Rosa Emily could really dig...whatever this thing was that was happening. No parents? No sisters? Only her and a kick-ass dog in a swanky apartment with a ton of leather jackets and sweet weapons? She even slept in that morning, which was fantastic, even if she felt just a little bit guilty about that, because she knew her audition for the end-of-year recital was coming up, and sleeping in meant slacking off on practicing her routine, but, hey, sleeping in every once in a while was good, and she could always just beat up her competition if things started to get too close, right?
Right. Still, even with sleeping in from not having to go to a ballet class at the sweaty buttcrack of dawn, Rosa Emily had still managed to get a lot of stuff done. She half-expected Caleb to chicken out on her, but she'd gone to the store and picked up some hair bleach and dye, thinking if he didn't show up, maybe she could just work on some blue streaks in her own hair or something. She picked up some treats for Tchaikovsky at the pet store from their weird mascot thing, and picked up an ice coffee (black, duh) from the coffee shop, too.
And now she was just going to poke around the apartment while waiting for her potential turn as a hairdresser. She kept discovering more and more knives, some ninja stars, axes...she had more than enough to keep her entertained for a while, yes.
[[likely SP involved, but totally open!]]
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died8yearsago) wrote2018-06-07 07:17 am
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Aaand now he felt weirdly naked.
"Okay. Like that. I don't want it to look dumb, I mean."
Caleb, you were agreeing to make yourself look like a Jedi My Little Pony. The braid was the least of your concerns here.
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But by then, she was throwing the tablecloth over the front of him, securing it in the back with a safety pin, sealing his fate.
"So," she wanted to confirm one last time before she went wild, gently pulling the tail out from where it'd gotten trapped under the tablecloth, already smoothing out the waves and kinks from the braiding with a comb, "pink tail, blue stripe on top, right?"
This poor dumdum was putting his hair in her hands.
What an idiot.
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"Or.. whatever you think would work best," he replied, maybe a little wide-eyed. This was the first time in his life he'd ever been afraid to let somebody else do something to his hair. And really, it beat feeling offended over someone laughing at his braid... "Pink tail, and..."
Yeah, no, his brain was shorting out now. This was apparently starting to catch up to him.
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But she'd walk him through what she was doing, she could at least give him that. "Okay, first, we've got to bleach it. Otherwise, the dye won't take because your hair's too dark." She reached over, snapped on some gloves, grabbed the bleach, mixed it up a little. "It won't be an issue for the tail, except maybe at the base, but when I do the top, it's going to burn like a bitch. Don't freak out, though, that's normal."
And then it was the point of no return, as she started squirting and brushing the bleach onto the tail.
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He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"... Why does it burn?"
Were they putting something corrosive on his head?
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"Good thing I'm not planning on drinking it," he replied, squinting one eye with the effort it took to just keep his head still. He was basically a walking fidget, this was more challenging than nerving himself up to doing this had been. "I'm not too worried about the burning, though. I was just curious."
It couldn't possbily burn as bad as two blaster bolts clean through his body had. That was kind of the rubric he was grading by, now.
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Which, sure, wasn't going to seem like hardly anything except a cold jolt at first, but it was the sort of sting that liked to linger...
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No, really. Grading by the 'blaster burn' rubric made pain like this kind of disappointing by comparison.