Kyo had had a decent day, a few of his regulars swinging into the shop. He was working on another design as he waited for anyone new to enter, and looked up as the door dinged. His face lit up as he recognized the face walking in. Max had been coming in a few days a week and hanging out, all the while Kyo was drawing new pieces he thought the other would enjoy; Max would look beautiful with ink, he was sure. “Well, well, if it isn’t little Maxxy. I was hoping you’d come by again this week.” he smiled. “Feeling ready for that first ink, or are we just gonna hang out again?” he asked, smiling.

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