[ He may want to lose the shades because the store itself lives up to its name. Most of it is done up in black-lacquered wood from the ceiling to the beams in the walls to the desk and the doors. Black curtains frame the windows and a door leading to the back room. Karamatsu will see the storefront's centerpiece hanging on its closest vanity wall directly across from the door-- a three-canvas sectioned painting whose deep reds and mellow ivories prompt the eye to look around. Should he look around, he will find even more paintings that are either up on the walls or settled under where they are going to be hung eventually. Mostly of monsters, some of scenery. Willowy nymphs, flying harpies, sparkling gargoyles. Dozens of paintings. There are two in particular which are settled near the front desk like bookends.
The first is a merwoman with long black hair and inky gray scales resembling the piebald pattern of a koi fish. She is clearly moving in the water and even in the stillness of the canvas, the lines that make her up from head to tail give the illusion of grace which grab the viewer once their eyes meet her face and her eyes that appear to have flecks of actual gold in them. The painting on the other side is a massive gargoyle in mid-leap from a rooftop. Unlike the mermaid, his scales are a brilliant purple shining in what light catches from through the storefront window. Smoke billows from the corners of his mouth like a handful of cigarettes escaping all at once, claws kicking up shingles and embers in their wake. His eyes are accentuated too. An unexpectedly clear, sea blue cyan that do not look like they should pair with a purple and black color scheme. ]
One second... [ Rohan calls from the back room. Everyone seems to catch him when he's in the back moving shit around or taking a nap. It's irritating. He emerges as he always does, the yellow glow around his bright green eyes flickering on and then off like nightlights. He interrupted Nap Time. All forty feet of him slither away from the curtain covering that door and his black and white convicts' stripes more than fit the scene. He has forgone his usual jade lipstick in favor of sticking with his naturally black lips to match his eyes rimmed thick with black eyeliner and gray shadow reaching his eyebrows. He looks more like a model than someone who should be running the place, decked out in luxurious gold chains and a top of his own creation.
In his black, clawed hand, he holds a glass jar filled with a dark, thick, frothy liquid. ]
Ah, so that's you. Matsuno. Welcome to Ebony Threads. [ He ghosts across the room to the desk and plucks up one of his business cards, holding it out in his fingers. ]
Rohan Kishibe. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope the reputation you claimed holds water. [ He is v e r y much looking down his nose at him, tossing his superior air up as high as he can. ]
It's a small shop so I do not need more than a couple of people working here.
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The first is a merwoman with long black hair and inky gray scales resembling the piebald pattern of a koi fish. She is clearly moving in the water and even in the stillness of the canvas, the lines that make her up from head to tail give the illusion of grace which grab the viewer once their eyes meet her face and her eyes that appear to have flecks of actual gold in them. The painting on the other side is a massive gargoyle in mid-leap from a rooftop. Unlike the mermaid, his scales are a brilliant purple shining in what light catches from through the storefront window. Smoke billows from the corners of his mouth like a handful of cigarettes escaping all at once, claws kicking up shingles and embers in their wake. His eyes are accentuated too. An unexpectedly clear, sea blue cyan that do not look like they should pair with a purple and black color scheme. ]
One second... [ Rohan calls from the back room. Everyone seems to catch him when he's in the back moving shit around or taking a nap. It's irritating. He emerges as he always does, the yellow glow around his bright green eyes flickering on and then off like nightlights. He interrupted Nap Time. All forty feet of him slither away from the curtain covering that door and his black and white convicts' stripes more than fit the scene. He has forgone his usual jade lipstick in favor of sticking with his naturally black lips to match his eyes rimmed thick with black eyeliner and gray shadow reaching his eyebrows. He looks more like a model than someone who should be running the place, decked out in luxurious gold chains and a top of his own creation.
In his black, clawed hand, he holds a glass jar filled with a dark, thick, frothy liquid. ]
Ah, so that's you. Matsuno. Welcome to Ebony Threads. [ He ghosts across the room to the desk and plucks up one of his business cards, holding it out in his fingers. ]
Rohan Kishibe. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope the reputation you claimed holds water. [ He is v e r y much looking down his nose at him, tossing his superior air up as high as he can. ]
It's a small shop so I do not need more than a couple of people working here.
Tell me... About yourself.