Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul.

Summary: The six time Muse came to Uta's shop for the masks and the one time she came for Uta.

Muse looked at the shop and grimaced slightly. She'd been attempting to find good masks for the annual masquerade ball that her work threw. Somehow, she ended up being the one picked to find masks for a group of her coworkers. At the very least, she wasn't the one stuck decorating, but Muse would've been happier doing that. Why the most highly recommended mask shop had to not only be in the ghoul infested fourth ward, but in the worst part of town too? Steeling herself, Muse decided to go in and take a look around for about five minutes before leaving as there had to be another good mask shop.

Almost immediately, Muse's plans were derailed upon entering the shop. Her breath was taken away as she caught sight of the works of art. It was quite clear that each mask was created with dedication and care by a master of the trade. Moving towards the closest mask, Muse didn't realize she was being watched until a male voice spoke from behind her, "Looking for something?"

Muse jumped slightly and spun around to see the man that probably owned the place. She was taken off guard by his eyes, but realized he was probably one of those guys that tattooed their eyes to look like a ghouls'. He seemed the type if the tattoos she could see were any indication. Forcing herself to calm down, Muse smiled lightly, "Ah yes, my work is throwing a masquerade ball and I was put in-charge of finding some masks for the group in charge of decorating."

The man hummed lightly, "I see and is there perhaps a theme?"

Muse grabbed her backpack and dug inside it for the note she'd been given. She found it after digging all the way to the bottom and looked it over before saying, "A midsummer nights dream."

"Ah, a Shakespearean themed ball," The man nodded, "I don't normally get requests like that, so I don't have any already made," He looked at her curiously, "When is this ball?"

"It's about two weeks away," She informed him while unfolding the paper, "I have the measurements from the last time they did a masquerade ball," She then added on, "The shop they used last time went out of business,"

He took the paper from her and looked it over, "I see. There are six masks to make?"

"Mhmm," Muse nodded lightly.

"And am I correct in assuming you aren't going to be participating?" Muse was caught off guard by the question.

She nodded lightly with a raised eyebrow, "How did you know?"

"None of these measurements match up with yours," He informed her, "Over time, I've gotten pretty good at guessing people's measurements,"

"An interesting skill," She commented feeling a little surprised before redirecting the conversation back to where it should be, "So will two weeks be enough?"

"If you could get the color schemes they want, I should be able to get it done," Muse sighed in relief earning a slight smile from the male, "Is there anything else you need?"

"A name and I'll be out of your hair," Muse replied feeling thankful to finally of found a good mask maker, "It's so my company can keep you on file encase they have another party like this and won't have to go looking for you if they like your masks. Not to mention, they'll need to know your name and details in order to pay you,"

"Of course," He walked over to the rather crowded desk she hadn't noticed before and took out a sheet of paper before writing on it, "Here you are," He walked back over and handed it to Muse, "And may I have your contact information? I'll need it to inform you of if I need anything else and when the masks are done,"

"Right," Muse took out a piece of scrap paper from her bag and quickly wrote it down before handing it to him, "Thank you so much for your help,"

"It's no trouble," The man replied and Muse made a quick exit as she needed to inform everyone that she'd found a good designer.

It was only after Muse had gone home that she thought to add the man's information into her phone. A small smile appeared on her face as she murmured, "Well, Uta. It looks like we'll be working together for a little while."

A little drabble series that popped into my head.