Quill didn't want to be here. Bowie damn well could have come here himself! He was the owner of the shop. This line about needing to be there in case a customer showed up was bullcrap. Quill sighed. He loved Bowie and all, but sometimes he was a pain in the a**. Going to this fashion ... expo? Show? Quill didn't actually know what this was, but coming here had been Bowie's idea, and then he conveniently couldn't come. So Quill was here, supposedly taking notes on street fashion, piercing trends, and hot tattoo designs. He talked to people now and then about their ink or where they got some piercings done, never missing a chance to name drop Bowie's shop and whip out his phone to show off some of the work the two of them had done.
Overall, Quill supposed he was doing a better job at this then Bowie would have. The man would have gotten distracted by the first tattoo he saw. Quill smiled to himself at the thought. He paused to let some poor stage assistant pass with a rack of clothes, and someone suddenly ran into him. Quill stumbled a little before turning around and had his vision invaded by the pinkest monstrosity ever. He couldn't help it. This poor kirin looked completely out of place, and he started laughing.
"Are you alright?"
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