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He looked up from where he was seated at the edge of the desk, sorting out paperwork that likely didn't need organizing in the first place, turning his attention toward the sound of the door opening. He normally had this shop set to 'appointments only', for organization pur- poses and to avoid being the artist of a drunken mistakes, but since this day specifically had gone completely unbooked he'd taken the sign down.
It was better than taking any losses.
But he couldn't help but raise a brow at the male that entered. He certainly looked too... Well, he looked out of place. There was never a 'specific style' for getting a tattoo, never. But he was one of those few people that walked here looking as if they didn't belong.
"You lost, hun?" He asked, offering a smile.
