Mixture
Another goodie from my fiction writing course, dear Tsuba here tends to mix zootoxins in his inks
Tsubakura was humming to himself as he carefully poured the black ink into the petite container, holding it up at eye-level in order to make sure none of the substance spilled. The man liked to keep everything nice and clean, the littlest spillage would irk him to no end. A couple seconds later and he was finally finished refilling his flasks. A nice array of five glass bottles lined the table, waiting to be sealed. However, there was one final step - adding the secret ingredient.
Turning on his heel, the monochromatic male sauntered into the adjacent room in order to open up a secret panel in the wall to reveal a plethora of glass containers with different colored liquids inside. Each bottle had a label adhered to the center in order to dictate what it contained. Rubbing his chin, the man plucked a couple off from their stand in order to return to his work station.
“It’s been a‘ile since I gotta ‘old of you…” Tsubakura muttered as he placed down two of the three containers, holding the container labeled ‘Cone Snail’ up to his eyes, swirling the translucent liquid around a couple of times before placing it down and donning a pair of gloves. The man then picked up a small syringe, inserting the tip into the bottle to suck up some of the venom. Once barely half the tube was filled, he transferred it over to the bottle of black ink, taking caution when squirting it inside.
Capping the bottle off, the tattooist began to swirl the container around, effectively mixing the two substances with ease, his gaze dull and bored as ever.
“One down, four t’go… I s’ppose p’ralysis is the way t’go this time ‘round.”