Touch-ups and Aftercare (Marteau + Sissil)

The air could freeze water in the air it was just that frigid outside that morning, there wasn't one body walking about the street of the middle class ring shivering and bellowing out white vapor from their nostrils and mouth. Sissil however, expelled something else in the cold air. Puffing at the cigarette he lit back when he left his apartment he frowned at the short tube that hung on his chapped lips, it's life short lived but done well to keep him feeling warm as he walked to his shared establishment.

For a well kept city his business was a bit tucked away on the far side of town, nothing ghetto or cheap but the location made the business thrive. Supposedly old fashion body art parlors creep some people out, but hey his was right next to a cupcake bakery he's not sure as how as it looked scary to some people. Was there still a love for the fine arts anymore or did people love technology even more and rather have a scanner deal with their tattoos? Either way, his level of skill had served him well to keep loyal customers keep coming back (though not soon enough) for retouching the ink, though Sissil's works, they never really had to unless it was a very special hue.

Sissil took the smoldering tube from his mouth and dropped it, proceeding to step and crush it into the wet concrete as he opened the body art parlor's door, seeing one of the interns Raina sitting in the front register behind a glass case of piercing jewelry and art that some of the other body artists including Sissil had made, and a glass door fridge with a lock full of alcohol and new-age morphine beverages. She smiled and waved at Sissil, before getting back to some gossip magazine a she waited for customers.

Behind the counter, was from all to wall purple curtains that revealed the rest of the parlor, clean work stations for manicures, body piercing, henna art, horn carving and of course-- tattooing. The front was clean and had only the horn carver artist out instead of in her office, working on drawing out plans on a antler bearing customer. "Morning, Sissil."

"Morning."

"I'll be sure to just send anyone into your office, like always."

With a nod, Sissil lazily walked past her and into his office, avoiding eye contact from her or her client, very much like a coffee enthusiast, he did not like talking until he had his cup of coffee-- or in this case, his work.