Cobalt orbs scanned the man over in disinterest. Lotion-fed fingers slid their way under the hybrid's chin - perhaps the man would realize that Jeziel was just not concerned about a tattoo he had already turned down two days prior. If not, he was about ready to tell him... with a blunt instrument of some sort. After a moment or so of thinking, Jeziel's eyes flickered up and an arm lazily rose pointing in the direction of the door. "Leave." His voiced, waiting for the man's reply.Offensive as it may have been, it was all the response he could muster for the man. Listening to the man complain for an hour had done nothing to improve the boy's manners, in fact he was in no mood to be charming, so offending the overgrown ape was the least of his worries.
The man's face twisted into an assortment of various emotions, finally stopping on a single one: anger. Furiously he grabbed the sketches off the table and slammed the shop door behind him. At this, Jeziel's head fell onto the oaken reception desk, his hands dangling slightly off the edge. "What a... idiot!" He said, turning his head to keep the weight from crushing his perfect little nose. He stared blankly at one of the many paintings that hung from the wall, seemingly thinking.
Business had been fairly slow; all he seemed to get now a-days was morons looking for mediocre tattoos. So perhaps it was busier than he had first thought but most of that business were idiots shot down in their prime - who would come back as painfully bothersome ghosts for the next couple of days.
Maybe it was time for a lunch break... being mostly for his sanity.
