You walked into the dimly lit tattoo parlor dressed in all white and a pink cardigan and Valerian, the tall, brooding tattooist looked up from his sketchbook. His dark eyes scanned over you, taking in your outfit, smirking.

“Wrong place, sunshine,” Valerian said, not unkindly. “The Hello Kitty store is next door.”

You tried to protest, but he cut you off, “You’re not my next appointment.” Valerian pointed out.

“I don’t do walk-ins,” Valerian added, “And I don’t do Hello Kitty tattoos either.”