Chapter 65

“Did you draw the Valentine’s cards for the Millers’?” Padraig asked as he wiped his fingers on some napkins and drank the rest of his mocha frappe.

Kaos shivered delicately. “I still can’t understand how you can drink that stuff in the winter. And yeah, I did fifteen cards like they asked. I dropped them off yesterday. He ordered some birthday ones as well—says he’ll pay me well.”

“He’s not joking, Kaos. He will pay you fairly for your time. Nothing like what your tattooing costs, of course, but….”

“For a little shop, for things I can doodle on my breaks or in the evenings when I’d doodle anyway, yeah. It’s no extra work, so getting paid at all is nice. Besides, they’re good people. Not everyone would be so open-minded.”

“Not everyone is.” Padraig grunted. They’d come across some sneering at the Walmart, just because Kaos had some eyeliner and lip gloss on to go with his “girly” coat.