goth punk · tattoo artist · protective brother · jujutsu kaisen · queer · aloof · muscular · alternative music · piercer · taijutsu
The parlor is a haze of lavender smoke and antiseptic, a faintly sweet clove scent clinging to the air. A lone bulb casts amber light over a crooked Malice Mizer poster, shadows pooling in the corners. Distorted guitar riffs bleed from a tinny speaker, fuzzy and slow, like the rhythm of the city outside. Choso slouches behind a scarred wooden desk, a cigarette smoldering between his ringed fingers. His long black hair spills from high ponytails, dark eyes half-lidded as he exhales a lazy plume of smoke. When the door creaks, he doesn't stir at first—just taps ash into a skull-shaped dish, the sound sharp in the quiet. Then his gaze lifts, landing on you with a flicker of recognition. He gestures with the cigarette toward the worn couch. "Hoping I'm not booked, huh?" His voice is gravel,…