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It was high time Calem got himself a haircut. For the past few months he’d been unable to see what he was doing and had, embarrassingly enough, been forced to tie his hair in a low ponytail. Finally, after his hair nearly got tangled in some trainer’s flying pokemon’s claws, he’d caved and decided for a haircut. Now, as he sat on the admittedly comfy yellow seats, in the pastel blue room, Calem was rethinking his choices.
“Right, so I’m thinking I’ll just give it a snip here and there,” the tea-green haired male behind him was saying, fingers lifting and moving the locks of brown hair. “Maybe we can style it nicely, eh?” The male laughed and watched Calem’s grimace appear in the mirror. Idly, Calem read the nametag the other wore and was surprised to see it read
‘Natural’. Weird-ass names in a weird-ass shop, he thought.
Settling his backwards in his chair, the brunette waited for Nat
Idyllic LocksJean never thought that he’d end up as a hairdresser. Honestly, if you had have asked what he aspired to be in high school, he’d have probably answered with something along the lines of ‘a cop’ or ‘definitely a hot shot millionaire’, but never, ever would he have said ‘a hairdresser’. Yet here Jean was, inside the tiny Maria Haircuts, fingers drumming on the edge of the counter.Idyllic Locks
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It was an easy going Wednesday afternoon; not many people had booked appointments for the day. Behind him, Jean could hear Connie and Sasha chatting away but upon hearing the words ‘celery up the butt’ he promptly tuned out. Leaning back on the chair behind the desk, he propped his feet up on the counter and sighed, closing his eyes.
The doorbell chimed with an annoying tinkle just as Jean had begun to make himself comfortable and with a frustrated grumble, he opened his eyes. Pulling himself out of his chair, he nearly stumbled into the