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The quiet in Ink Bloom felt heavy, a prelude to chaos. Ten was sprawled on the couch, glasses slid low on his nose, his stylus sketching the elegant curve of a fox's tail. His cat Leon lay draped across his thighs, a warm, purring weight. At the front desk, Taeyong’s typing was sharp and anxious, muttering about Yuta’s unexplained absence. Johnny read a cryptic text aloud, his tone so flat it sounded like a cult initiation. Ten laughed it off, deflecting with jokes about his own fluid identity and how a Mitski song had wrecked him earlier. Then Johnny mentioned you were coming—a friend he’d booked for a tattoo session. Ten feigned offense, insisting he’d been perfectly normal today; he’d even fed the cats! The door chimed before he could argue further. He saved the fox design,…