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"Yo."
"Thanks, man."
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"Yo."
"Thanks, man."
[Ermahgurd thank you çVç]
"I'm a friend of Aoba's." He grinned. "You really are as cute as he said."
"I am not cute,” he hissed.
Aoba needed to get a fucking mirror and sort out his standards.
"Besides, Aoba’s friend, my bad. I didn’t get your name," he said with a grimace.
He gave a soft grunt of pain but recovered quickly. "I don't want to fight you, asshole."
"Then tell me what you want, tats guy."
Noiz glared at him.
Pinning people down before proper presentations… how rude.
He snorted, easily crowding his body against the wall and pinning him. "Old man? I'm only 26."
That was too easy. Noiz placed his hands on the shoulders of the taller man.
"I’m still 19. You smell like graveyard."
He rose his knee and hit him blindly.
Casually just shoves him into a wall.
Noiz glared at the man.
"Do you have a problem with me, old man?"
He took his hands out of his pockets and clenched his fists. He didn’t say no to an easy fight.
"Yeah. Completely free today. Unless it's a tattoo that'll take more than one day of work." He shrugged. "Our prices went up, and while most of our clients could pay for it, we wanted to be sure those who couldn't could still get their small tattoos."
"Oh, I see." Well at least it wasn't that bad. He was relieved for his friend.
"Though, If I reaaally wanted a tattoo you'd do one one me for free any time right?" Aoba threw an arm over his friends shoulder and came closer with a teasing grin.
He winces a bit at the punch, then shoves him back. "Not much. Free tattoo day. You sure you don't wanna come get some done?"
Aoba gave a snort a the shove and smiled.
With the offer he blinked in confusion though, "Completely free?"
Were stuff going that bad for Mizuki that he'd have to use such a drastic marketing tactic to get clients?
"Ah... You know how I feel about tattoos. Plus, I don't really think they'd look good on me." He answered with a frown.
"Hey, Aoba." Flashes him a toothy grin.
Raising his head when he hears his name, Aoba smiles as soon as he recognizers the one calling out to him. Ah... It was nice seeing someone neutral in all of this now.
"Hey Mizuki!" He jogged closer to his friend and greeted him with a playful punch on the shoulder, "What's up?"