@inkology:⠀ I’m not jealous. [It’s a total, complete and obvious lie. He’s lying to himself, lying to Helia—Eiko stares a little too long at the customer, observing and scrutinizing every little detail he can find and use under his watchful gaze. Eyes direct themselves towards the tattooist, and he smiles, though it’s less warmer than usual and more so off–putting and unnerving.] I know he is. Before you say anything, I’m not going to do something bad to your poor customer. I’m not cruel or mean, unlike my other.. relatives. [The criminal, unable to meet the tattooist’s gaze, finds its way to entertain himself by scanning the enclosed walls of the tattoo parlor. Boredom, however, swiftly eats itself at the Gojo, and he’s already glancing at Helia.] Alright, fiine. Just maybe, maybe, I am a (bit) jealous. So what? Are you trying to make me feel embarrassed? Because I am, just by saying all of this!