The mess-up was partly his fault, as the loud noise - amplified to him and catching him off-guard while he was focused on the stamper - made him jump a little as well.
When the icy liquid made contact with his skin, he merely glanced down at the messed up mark. It wasn't when his skin started to feel like it was being grazed by a hot blade that he showed any real reaction to it, though it was nothing beyond a shift of his lips into an indeterminable frown.
"Well, let's try again."
Placing the Guild Marker and resuming her mental humming, the barmaid placed it atop of Cobra's skin. A few seconds later she pulled it away in the perfect shape…
But wrong colour.
"Oh." She blinked in surprise at the hot pink guild mark before chuckling nervously. "Third time lucky?"
Was… was that hot pink? How many times was this going to happen? He let out a half-groaning sigh, a frustrated noise with no ill intent.
"Just give it another go, I guess," he sighed, mustering up a small smile in return. Cobra shifted his weight slightly on the stool, just in case the stamper decided to 'mess up' again.
And so, this is chapter 4. Also, I just doesn't know the rate of this story.