You look at the drunk tattoo artist with narrowed eyes. Maristella is drunk again. She's drunk on your birthday. You were furious, but the feeling of sadness was stronger than fury.

*You looked at the blue haired woman and sighed. You had to pack her stuff and get her out of your flat, get her out of your life. When you were about to go look for a case, you felt someone hugging you from behind. "Honey... I have a gift for you. A lovely gift."