His Ink On My Skin

Chapter 15: My Ink on His Skin

Key for this chapter:

Stiles' Thoughts

Anyone Else's Thoughts

'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'

///Memories///

POVs

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Warning: Alternative POVs

PLEASE FIND IMAGES IN CH15 PLUS (The ones not attached to this chapter!)

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The room was made of four walls, lined from ceiling to floor with bookshelves, and littered with ornament dried leaves, often leaving the space to seem almost forgotten, artfully displayed in a way that had most of their customers wondering if they'd illegally set up shop in an abandoned mansion.

The left from the entrance held knick-knacks that just looked pretty; very little substance or use, just empty décor items, plants and items for sale.

The one directly opposite it held a collection of albums each divided by three separate identical bookshelves named under 'Kana Makihara', 'Axel Wood' and 'Isuzu Yukina'.

The one he faced was filled with books that always created a face, a woman's face, from a memory almost forgotten.

Today's had Peter's eyes shifting to and away. The older man sighed shook his head and looked away again, eyes focused on the book on his desk.

"I see Derek's been by?" he asked looking at the bookshelf.

"Cora", Peter corrected. "She said she was starting to forget what she looked like", he huffed and pulled the teen into his arms, and "I missed you", he whispered softly kissing his cheek.

Stiles hummed and pulled him in for a dirtier kiss.

"Oi! Children present!"

Stiles looked up and gave Isuzu the finger, "If children were present we'd be arrested, don't even kid about that!" he scolded and then turned to address the petite woman dressed oddly, in a skirt, that looked more and more like a ship-wrecked dress, and sports bra, with a lace jacket over it. "What are you wearing?!" he asked utterly done with her sense of fashion.

Peter sighed roughly, "I tried to offer to take her fro shopping, heck Lydia tried, but she suddenly starts speaking in Japanese, repeating, 'I do not speak your language' in broken English", he huffed rolling her eyes.

"Can Kira speak Japanese?" Stiles asked curiously.

"Her mother can", Peter answered.

"Hm", he hummed, "We'll ask her next time", he hummed, "In the meantime, Isuzu if you're so concerned with the virtue of children, put a thicker jacket on top of that", he ordered strictly.

Recognizing his tone, she straightened and pulled the lollipop she had in her mouth, and nodded; "Aye Boss!" she saluted and walked to the corner of the room pouting all the while.

Her colleague giggled from behind the counter in front of the décor wall.

"You got scolded", she teased, wearing her hair in pigtails today, pulling her hair down the middle, and separating the two colors in her hair, one blue pigtail one red. "Pay up cousin", she said pointing to the tip jar.