3 Works in Dollightful (Toys)
They were dressed as fascinatingly as Tatsuo, though Juwon wondered if it was just because they were so unlike anything he'd seen in his circle of friends, all tangled in black and steel, like living shadows, each with their own murals painted over their skin. The brightly coloured boy hung back slightly as his boyfriend slipped easily into the room and threw his arm over one of the more intimating girls' shoulder, whispering something that made her look back at Juwon.
His stomach dropped. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Tatsuo, looking up from across the room with a frown Juwon already knew meant trouble, immediately disagreed, "I'm not dyeing my hair pink."