He notes the snowy white haired man as he returns. Yes, returns. The piercing and tattoo artist feels his lips quirk up ever so slight -- But only slightly. Some would probably never catch the expression change.
Hajime was quite AMUSED to say the least with... Ah yes. Shimotsuki Shun. With how much he popped up now. The first time he had entered the shop, he had come in a simple request: His first piercings. The simple kind that most people had. They had a pleasant conversation, the man paid, and left.
Yet, Hajime felt that wasn’t the last time he would see the young man.
His instincts had been right on the money.
Second, third, and fourth visits. For various things. Questions, opinions on other things, and finally get a few other ear piercings.
Each time, their interactions felt natural, fluid, almost as if they had known each other for the longest of times. The artist knew damn well he had never met the man before in his life -- But it didn’t change the fact that he just had this strange... FEELING.
But back to the scene at hand, hmm?
Hajime finishes up with his client, he cashing them out, before he turns to the other, a hand upon his hip, a grin flashed, amethyst orbs glittering with playful mischief.
“Ah, hello there. I haven’t seen you in so long, tell me, how are the wife and kids?”
