#devilpaid

            closing  up  the  shop  for  the  day,  sunny  followed  her  usual  routine,  as  she  often  preferred  to  handle  the  lock-up  herself  after  a  full  shift.  but  this  evening  wasn't  like  most,  she  was  leaving  the  door  cracked  open  for  a  guest,  someone  who  had  been  trying  to  get  in  touch  with  her  all  month.  naturally,  she  was  no  stranger  to  her  tattoo  parlor  attracting  spirits  and  ghouls,  and  it  had  become  something  of  a  hotspot.  apparently,  her  visitor  was  eager  to  tap  into  that  same  connection,  having  asked  if  he  could  stop  by  to  investigate  for  his  youtube  channel.  waiting  outside  with  one  leg  casually  slung  over  the  other,  sunny  leaned  against  the  wall  by  the  shop's  entrance,  cigarette  lazily  perched  between  her  fingers,  eyes  scanning  the  street  for  any  hint  of  the  mystery  caller.  she  didn't  even  know  what  they  looked  like.  never  much  cared  for  social  media,  really.  so  for  now,  it  was  just  a  waiting  game.

            "  that  is  literally  illegal,  what  you're  describing  is  literally  fucking  illegal.  "  gyuri  quips,  the  second  time  repeating  being  much  forceful  than  the  last,  eyes  stretched  in  disbelief.  though  she  knew  she  was  above  the  law  in  some  aspects  with  her  father's  status,  she  still  had  a  healthy  sense  of  self-preservation.  "  hold  on,  i'm  not  drunk  enough  for  this  .  .  "  grabbing  the  bottle  of  whiskey  on  the  table,  she  pours  herself  a  shot  and  taking  it  back  like  the  champ  that  she  was.  hissing  as  the  burning  liquid  travels  down  her  throat,  "  okay,  fine  .  .  explain  to  me  again  what  you  want  us  to  do,  yunjae  ssi.  "