[Thread]Hair... beautiful hair... *SOB* [Tentsuke, Inosuke, Sakurai]

[tentsuke]

Tentsuke hadn't wasted any time after getting confirmation from both Sakurai and Inosuke.  After all, this was a problem that needed to be fixed ASAP.  He took one final glance at his reflection in the mirror, pulling pitifully at the clumps of uneven hair.  Mika walked in, happy to see her master home and had run off whining with her tail between

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[omfg_piggy]

"What the heck..." Inosuke had just gotten inside from training when he heard the banging. He took one look at the door when it opened. Pretending that he believed the person standing befor him was ANBU, he rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.
"Look, if this is about my quitting T&I, it's final. And it was ages ago. You guys really need to find a hobby." He winked, signaling he knew who it really was, before stepping aside, gesturing for Tentsuke to come in.

[tentsuke]

Tentsuke didn't wait long, instead quickly went inside. He almost groveled at the feet of the blond boy but managed to maintain some dignity. Help with the hair and keeping this a secret? Screw dinner. This was worth a full fledge night on the town.

"Don't.... laugh," Tentsuke muttered. "Much anyway." He was realistic after all. There was no way anyone wouldn't be amused by his new appearance.

He pulled the cloak off and let it drop to the ground, relishing the cool breeze. He eyed Inosuke and waited for his reaction.

[omfg_piggy]

Inosuke carefully shut the door after Tentsuke, making sure nobody saw him coming in. He turned around to see... the most ridiculous hairstyle known to nin-kind.
Inosuke instantly clapped a hand over his mouth in a futile attempt to stifle his (rather loud) sniggering, doubling over in his efforts not to burst into full-fledged laughter.
After several minutes, he managed to stand up straight and look Tentsuke in the hair eyes, keeping a (relatively) straight face. "Wow," he chuckled, "no wonder you wanted to keep this on the down-low."

[tentsuke]

Tentsuke glared the entire time. Obviously someone forget that at any one time, Tentsuke was likely to have two dozen pointy and painful objects on his person.

"You think?" he snarled.

Taking in a deep breath and trying not to sound too desperate, he looked at Inosuke. "Can we please get this over with..."

[omfg_piggy]

Inosuke, not deterred at all by Tentsuke's annoyance, continued to snicker, although he tried to keep it quiet now so Tentsuke wouldn't kill him OMG.

"Sorry," he replied, smirking. "No worries, Sakurai's in the kitchen, getting ready. Come on."

[tentsuke]

Tentsuke didn't need a full inviation, he was already enroute to the kitchen by the time Inosuke finished his statement. He took in a deep breath and steeled himself the second he saw the shock of pink hair.

"Hey Sakurai," he muttered.

[pink_medicine]

The kitchen was set up like some twisted love child of a salon and hospital examination room. There was a towel hung over the front of the sink, which itself was lined with numerous shampoos and conditioners. The chair intended for Tentsuke to sit in was made obvious by the layer of crinkly, white paper draped over it, and there was a layer like that on the table too, although no sitting space was indicated (thank goodness). Sprays, gels, other special treatment blends, and even some fruits were laid out on the table and organized by both category and list of things they treated in alphabetical order. Tools--scissors, combs, curlers(?), blow dryer--were neatly and evenly spaced out on a tray, and there was a scent of sterilization in the room

[tentsuke]

He felt a vein twitch in his forehead. Now now, Tentsuke slaughtering your friends before you help them would probably not be the best idea. They mean well right?

Right?

"Look," Tentsuke said tersely and then stopped. He caught a reflection of himself in a mirror on the table.

"Look," he tried again but found he was smiling and starting to laugh. "It's not *snicker*, it's not *snort*..." He laughed because only someone completely insane couldn't find humor in this.

He wiped away a few tears and clambered into the seat. "Okay, okay, it's ridiculous," he snickered, "let's just get this over with."

[omfg_piggy]

Inosuke grinned. "Yeah. No worries. I'll start with the washing." He motioned for Tentsuke to lean back and selected a shampoo. "And you just called me girly, Sakurai? Most of this stuff is yours!" he chuckled. Okay, so he had a habit of using Sakurai's hair treatments (And vice-versa), but still.