An Aloe for My Darling

Taking in a deep breath, he looks down to the small aloe plant in a green pot. He tells himself that it's totally not a coincidence that the pot is the same bright emerald green as that pretty tattoo artist's eyes. None whatsoever. If anyone wants to try to tell him otherwise, then they better be prepared to catch a fist to their face.

Pausing, Keisuke makes a face and contemplates how much of his pride is going to be wounded by turning up to this random tattoo parlor with a stupid plant- which'll probably end up dying anyway. He entertains the notion of just hurling the plant through the front window of the parlor and calling it a day but the idea of his mom crying over him going to jail again makes Keisuke put an end to that particular idea.