Ink and Flesh || Sylen and Kato
“If you’re going to fight, you’re going to get hurt.” Her voice was cold, her foot planting onto the man’s back to send him stumbling from the shop. Seeing the retaliation coming was like watching the sun rise, and by the time the troublemaker turned around the cold steel of her pistol was pressed to the side of his head. “Don’t come back unless you learn to grow the fuck up.”
Pleased that she’d gotten her point across, when he began stammering out something she didn’t try to hear, Kato turned on her heel and let the thick door slam shut behind her. A towel was tossed to the girl still down on the floor, the blood seeping from her forehead watched until stark white hid crimson from her view.
“T-thanks.”
A hand waved dismissively in her direction. “I get a few of those every day. People like to think being in a gang gives them special rights, I just remind them it’s not true.” While it was true the status tended to scare some people into cowtowing to them, Kato didn’t think anything of it. In the end it was a label, like the ‘gently wash’ label on the occasional shirt clothes. It was a thing. A thing that didn’t matter when you stepped back and took a look.
She planted her ass right back onto the stool by her newest piece of work, taking up the needle once more. “Let me know if you see something you like, or if you want me to make something new.” Focus was already being given back to the man in the chair’s shoulder, black ink finding its way into the depths of his pores. Like many of the others who found themselves in her chair, the muscles on his arms were straining as he tried to make himself okay with the pain.
Just another day at work, really.