Choso was sitting in peace, cleaning his metal tools with a tiny cloth,gently rubbing as he fixed his majestic buns and the few strands falling on his head, Shaking the alcohol and spray that was used to block and drug the pain for the customer, as he was cleaning in peace the bell by the door rang as a customer entered.

he looked up, irritated and tired

"How can I help you? Where do you wanna pierce?"

He asked as he pulled a notebook to fill in informations of the client

"Name?"