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[burbonmilkshake]

It's been a long time coming. But Faye's finally feeling better, and besides, the questers are back.

So the familiar scent of coffee is drifting from 202, and there is a sign on the door: "Need a haircut? Ask Faye."

The musical selection this time around is triumphant classical.

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[kurosakiboy]

There are twin Japanese boys walking into 202, the more annoyed of the two dragging the other behind him. Ichigo's in his Shinigami robes, though he has no sword, and Kon is in Ichigo's body due to his constant whining about how terribly dirty the doll is becoming as of late.

"Hey Faye," Ichigo greets, cracking a rare smile. "'Bout time you started doing this again. Saw the sign, got time for me and Kon? Need hair cuts. I'll tie him down for you if it'll help."

Kon seems less than enthusiastic about this idea, but Ichigo's dragging him across the floor by his shirt, so he can't fight too much.

[burbonmilkshake]

"You bet," she says with a grin. "Let's get Kon out of the way so he can run around and wreak his usual havok after I'm done, shall we?"

[kaizokonpaku]

Kon leaps to his feet, no longer so intent on escaping now that he understands what's happening.

"Thank you so much Miss Faye! I promise to sit still, on my honor!"

He's just eager to have Faye's hands on his head. Possibly he can work a massage in there somewhere.

[burbonmilkshake]

She chuckles in spite of herself. "Yes, okay. You're welcome, Kon." She directs him to the chair, and then pulls a sheet out and around him. Then, she starts trimming his hair.

"So. Ichigo, there's coffee in the kitchen, and the sugar and creamer are on the counter."

[princeinexile]

And there's someone who hasn't had a haircut -- except for lopping off his ponytail -- in over a year.

Yeah, he needs one.

"So, you're going to trim us up?"

[burbonmilkshake]

"Absolutely," she says with a smile. "We're all getting shaggy around here, some of us more than others, and I figured that I may as well do something to help out."

She gestures towards the chair. "Sit. Please."

[princeinexile]

Zuko sits quietly, and he thinks for a minute.

"Traditionally," he says, "I'd-- wear it long. Up in a knot."

Like his dearly departed sister did, graced with a clasp, and later, with a crown. Now, he wears it down, shaggy, inky black -- a mane for a wild horse, over the coifure of a prince.

"What do you think?"

What are you gonna do with that hair.

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye stands, tapping the handle of the scissors against her lips. "I'm going to start by evening it out," she says, musing quietly. "Do you want to wear it traditionally?"

[whoismatches]

"Is that coffee?"

Steph is in a robe that she found in her room. Because, after months in that damn suit of hers, it was starting to stand up on it's own.

"Cause I would SO kill for a cup."

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye nods. "How do you take it?"

[whoismatches]

"Black as night, sweet as sin."

Steph looks the girl over.

"Er, were you here before? Sorry, It's been...way too long."

[burbonmilkshake]

"Gotcha." Faye disappears into the kitchen, then returns with a mug for the superheroine girl.

"Before the grail quest? Yeah. I didn't know everyone, though. My name's Faye."

[kokiriboy]

"Faye?"

"FAYE!"

Link dashes into the kitchen and skids to a halt in front of her, throwing up his arms with a huge grin.

"You're back!"

[burbonmilkshake]

"Well, technically, I never left..." she says with a small smirk.

"How've you been, Link?"

[kokiriboy]

"I know you never left but you stopped doing coffee and I was worried about you, if you were sick or something and yeah. I'm really glad you feel better."

"And I've been good," Link beams like a tiny sun, putting his hands behind his back.

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye sits on the couch, smiling at Link. "I'm sorry I worried you. I just needed to work some stuff out on my own. And I'm really glad to hear you've been well."

[mysolarsailpwns]

An overly scruffy Jim pauses to look at the sign before entering.

"Haircuts, huh?"

[burbonmilkshake]

"Absolutely. And coffee afterwards." She smiles.

"How've you been doing, Jim?"

[mysolarsailpwns]

"I'll take both," says Jim, pointing to the shorter part of his now very shaggy 'do. "I want the short parts shaved and the long parts trimmed, but touch the braid and I'll have to kick your ass."

He's very matter-of-fact about it.

[burbonmilkshake]

"All right. I think I've got an electric razor around here somewhere... Ah, here we go." She holds it up with a triumphant grin. "Have a seat, good sir."