Wherein Falcon has no hair and a longer entry is forthcoming.

[pedaltothemetal]

[Falcon did not come into school on Thursday

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[rockinthrutime]

[Bob looks like she's about to cry herself. Her white hair is bright yellow.]

Are you alright?

[pedaltothemetal]

Yeah, I am. [LIE]

They got you, huh?

[rockinthrutime]

Yes.

But, your hair...

[pedaltothemetal]

My hair is fine.

[rockinthrutime]

Falcon, I know it's not.

1/2

[pedaltothemetal]

It's completely fine.

[pedaltothemetal]

And totally

not

gone.

[rockinthrutime]

I can see it's causing you a lot of pain.

[She is looking at him. With huge puppy eyes.]

[pedaltothemetal]

I really

really

like my hair.

[rockinthrutime]

Would you be...opposed to me fixing it?

Consider it a gift, as thanks for watching over my children.

[pedaltothemetal]

...You can do that?

[TORN FALCON IS TORN]

[rockinthrutime]

I'm not supposed to since I promised myself that I would not interfere in human affairs but...if it makes your task of protecting my children easier...

[She is trying to bend her own rules for you, Falcon.]

[pedaltothemetal]

If you're not supposed to, then you probably shouldn't.

I'm not sure I want anyone anywhere near my hair right now anyway.

[rockinthrutime]

[She gives him a warm smile]

I'll be here to help you out later tonight or tomorrow morning, when you need me.

[pedaltothemetal]

I'll keep it in mind.

[rockinthrutime]

I also have something else to ask of you. But perhaps it is best saved for another time when we are both in better shape.