๐๐๐ : @inkdrift ๐๐๐๐๐ : the front counter of black lotus ink ๐๐๐๐ : 4:04 pm ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ : a leap of faith, contemplative and spoiled for choice
a soft smile offered to the receptionist, a tad sheepish, equal arts shy and excited. the pads of her fingers drum across chisato's lower lip as she pores over the flash boards, humming a quiet ' ba-ba-ba ' under her breath. she knows that the whole thing about getting a tattoo is that there should be a meaning to it----or so she's heard, anyway. she's sure some people have gotten random dots and smiley faces before; after all, r----
ah. there she goes again.
she gives her head a quick toss to clear her head before resuming her persual. what is she going for? neotraditional? fineline? blackwork? oh, definitely not that last one, not for her first. but these lotuses look good too, symbols of rebirth. an ouroboros, infinite beginnings and ends? or maybe something cute, like a panda. chisato likes pandas. she had a stuffed plushy of one when she was a little girl, though it had soon been mutilated by her brother and his friends in an unfortunate accident. they tried to replace it, but one look at those brown-and-not-blue glass eyes had her heart shattering into tiny pieces. she'd forgiven daiki, of course. but maybe that's not the first thing she should think of when she looks upon her forearm.
she strokes the bare skin, soft and unblemished, a blank canvas for any of the artists further in the parlor to work their magic. maybe she should've done more research----looked online, on instagram, to get a sense of who she even wanted to put the needle to her skin in the first place. but when was the last time she made a well-thought-out decision, anyway?
chisato looks up at the sound of approaching footsteps, lips parting in a surprised and self-conscious ' o. ' absently, she tugs on the ends of her hair. " hi... " a nervous giggle bubbles in her throat. " there's. a lot going on here, i'm not sure what to get. oh----you guys do walk-ins, right ? "
