@morgandaughterofdeath The shop was unlike any other. It was tidy, brightly lit, filled with light colors such as lavender and pale rose. Not exactly the stereotypical tatoo studio. The man who runned it was known for creating beautiful works of art on skin. He didn't just use a tatoo gun though, he also specialized in body painting. That was why he ran two buildings right next to each other. There was a door connecting the two so the owner could walk back and forth from client to client freely and manage his employees. He loved the idea of parents going in for a tat and leaving their children in the other building to get their faces or arms or legs painted. Adults would get their bodies painted as well, though not as often. Kyouya Ootori, owner of Shadow King Body Arts, loved that he could manage his two shops with such efficiancy, and that his high school friends worked with him as artists. His friends with a softer side worked in the body paint studios while those who dared try their hands at holding the machinery worked in the tat studios. He had a booth situated in the center of the two so he could work on body painting and tattooing uninhibited. One surprisingly uneventful day, after Kyouya was finished with scolding Tamaki Suoh, his most requested body painter, and Umehito Nekozawa, his most requested tatoo artist, for trying to sabatoge each other's jobs again, he leaned against the reception desk in his tatoo parlour and checked his black book of sketches, designs, and finished products to see if anything needed updating. He did this every time there was a lull in clients, adding new reference or inspiration pictures here, took out ones that no one was interested in, changed the order around until everything was perfect. He did not notice the door open or that someone had stepped inside until they started talking.