Carve my skin [Wriolette]

Maybe I do need some... pazzazz

Sleeping, waking, working, repeat... Even if the days were repetitive and boring it was hard to make change. Even if the days were repetitive and boring Neuvillette couldn't find anything to complain about. He had a work he loved, a peaceful life, and life let him wander freely from one day to another. Why didn't he feel content and satisfied? He got all he asked for.

Neuvillette put on one of his brown aprons for work and opened up his shop. He was a ceramist who made special commissions for people but also sold premade stuff. He loved his customers and he had found a passion for his job. He was fascinated by the idea of making something special for people with his own hands. Somehow, in the peaceful life he lived only doing his job made him feel at peace.

His workstation consisted of the store part and his counter on the front, which could all be seen from the display window. He had displayed some of his proudest works there in the hopes of catching some attention. To the back of his counter was his workspace. He would make all his items there with the materials from his overfilled storage. Who knows how many old dry paint buckets were lying around there?

Neuvillette gathered his supplies from a desk and in his haste dropped a pot. The pot hit the ground and shattered into pieces. "I'm sorry", Neuvillette said and crouched to pick up some of the bigger shards. The tips were sharp, unlike the soft-edged pot they were just in the shape of. Huh... Gladly, it was not a commission, Neuvillette thought to himself and began cleaning the sharp shards with a broom.

He always worked alone. He liked working alone in peace and quiet. Just the sound of water dripping from his hands as he softened a molded piece of clay calmed his mind still. The use of water helped him add a personal touch to his work. Even the paints that he used for his ceramics were water-based, as they made the surface look more light with the right amount of water mixed in. The pot that broke earlier had been one of his attempts at trying pottery too. He hasn't gotten the hang of it just yet.

But the growing silence made his mind grow louder.

The bell set above his shop's door rang as a cheery customer greeted him familiarly, "Good morning, Monsieur Neuvillette!" The man was one of his more frequent customers and had set an interest in his work and dedication from the start. His entrance snapped Neuvillette back to reality and the greyness of his walls seemed to dissipate.

Neuvillette set the broom aside and walked behind his counter to greet the customer, "Good morning, Aether". Aether was much younger than him and exuded a youthful aura. It felt foreign calling him a 'customer' since he referred to Neuvillette as a friend. Neuvillette wasn't against the idea of being friends, he just never thought of having friends.

"You're here early", Neuvillette said with a questioning voice as Aether leaned against the counter like the shop was his home.

"I wanted to inquire about something", Aether began and took Neuvillette's eyebrow raise as his cue to elaborate, "I want something new into my life like... A certain pazzazz if you know what I mean".

"Pa... what?" Neuvillette did not know. Aether liked to use weird words around him and always took great joy in his reactions and lack of knowledge of these kinds of words. As always, he laughed merrily and slapped his palm on Neuvillette's shoulder.

"Something like a new fashion style to try out or traveling somewhere far! Or maybe I should get one of your designs tattooed hahaha!" Aether joked and Neuvillette grew a bit embarrassed.

"Maybe you shouldn't go that far..." He side-eyed Aether and began cleaning the counter with a damp rag absently. He wasn't against the idea of his designs being tattooed but he wanted them to be personal and meaningful. Aether's idea was sarcastic but who knows if he'd actually do it...