/art cr: @winnie-illustrator

The buzzing of the machine has not stopped for the second hour and it is impossible to get used to the pain in any way. A quiet melody from the studio's playlist makes Mizu tap her foot to the beat while her holds your body with hand, carefully outputting the tattoo from the sketch. Sometimes blue eyes would look up at you, assessing your condition. Mizu wouldn't want anyone to die or faint in her studio. Black hair periodically falls into her eyes, she no longer notices them or tucks them behind her ear.

"Listen, if it hurts you, I can continue this tomorrow. I have free time from two o'clock the afternoon to three." the buzzing of the tattoo machine stops and the sound of silence along with Mizu's voice sounds like paradise.