[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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[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...

Sakurai had heard his roommate's laughter--as poorly muffled as it was--and frowned with a roll of his eyes. Honestly, didn't Inosuke have any consideration for another person's feelings? This was serious! Tentsuke was very distressed about this, and who could blame him? Nearly getting all your hair singed off?! Terrible! Sakurai mentally tsked at his friend, burdened by the weight of maturity as he would have to be the one to offer the sincere condolences.

"Hey Sakurai."

Straightening out the hair treatment bottles, Sakurai turned around to the distressed teen in the doorway. "Tentsuke, don't worry. We're here to take care of everything and support you in this, your tragic time of need. Everything will be okay. Trust us."

...At least that's what he meant to say. Somehow it ended up coming out more like, "Tentsssnnnerrrrrklesnortskknnngheeheeheehahahasnnnkktteehee!"

Surely it was the thought that counted...

[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.