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[a_mighty_oak]

[HELLO, CAMP FUCK YOU DIE. It's a nice night, isn't it?]

--Ugh, I can't take this anymore! If I don't find a hairstylist in the next five minutes--

[...you know, somehow, this kid is spoiling the whole quiet serenity of the darkness]

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[halfcocked]

[was probably on his way to the churchshack]

--What happened to you?

[a_mighty_oak]

I think my hair got lit on fire.

[halfcocked]

[ . . . coming over to see] How can you think that your hair got set on fire?

[a_mighty_oak]

It's not like I could see what he was doing that well!! [IT'S JUST THE TIP OF HIS BANGS, ON ONE SIDE]

[tsundeargodwhy]

[dragon distractions means paperworking late]

Sh-Shuri-what . . .

[a_mighty_oak]

A-Ah, Konatsu...

[AHEM, I was not throwing a childish tantrum five seconds ago, I swear]

[tsundeargodwhy]

Exactly why do you need a hair stylist-?

[a_mighty_oak]

Um, isn't it obvious? [POINTS TO HIS HAIR, OMG]

[hidesthebodies]

. . . good luck with that.

[a_mighty_oak]

I don't need luck, I need someone who can fix my hair.

[hidesthebodies]

Again, good luck finding someone quickly in the middle of a swamp.

[a_mighty_oak]

There are lots of people here!

[jerkchester]

Yeah, you're gonna need it.

[bitchester]

[there is a puppy with a tape recorder at Dean's feet]

[jerkchester]

What the--[picks it up and presses play]

[degenestrated]

[the recording begins, with a bit of shuffling, before a girl's voice comes on:

"Uh, if you're listening to this, you don't know me, but you need to take this dog home. It's very important."

there's a pause.

"Just ... trust it. This is the weirdest thing I've been asked to do in a while ..."

and then the recording clicks off]

[hitme_baby]

Problem?

[a_mighty_oak]

My hair, my hair...

[hitme_baby]

What happened to it?

[a_mighty_oak]

It got burned. [slightly]