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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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[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]

[tsundeargodwhy]

. . . I-no?

[a_mighty_oak]

It's burned, it's burned, this bit!! It's uneven?

[tsundeargodwhy]

It-doesn't appear to be that uneven?

[a_mighty_oak]

It is! I can't take it anymore.

[tsundeargodwhy]

Shuri-I'm sure that no one will notice.

[a_mighty_oak]

I notice.

[tsundeargodwhy]

If-no one else notices then why is it a matter of concern?

[a_mighty_oak]

Because it's my hair, and it matters to me!

[tsundeargodwhy]

[siighs]

Very well, I wish you luck in finding one then.

[a_mighty_oak]

[SULKING A LITTLE]

Devit says he'll do it.

[tsundeargodwhy]

[gives him a look]

You're friends with that one?

[a_mighty_oak]

[hnngjlksd]

..."That one?"