Gemotions

From his chair, the world seemed to warp. The light in the tattoo parlor was dim, and the humming of the needle was almost a white noise. Kai was trying to focus on the detail of the piece on the client's back, but his eyelids were growing heavier by the second. His head was nodding as he tried to trace the delicate lines, his mind drifting, the details of the canvas blurring.

He’d almost finished when the client shifted, revealing a smaller tattoo on the client’s arm, an exact copy of a watercolor he'd done years ago. It felt like his own energy was being drained. He wanted to shout. He wanted to run.