[closed] all around the mulberry bush
Who: H. Sakura & Sai
What: Haircut times! In an effort to support Sai's mission efforts this month, Sakura decides she can afford a few inches off to cut down on the hair she's let grow since arrival last year. Whoops! Way to maintain.
When: May 20th.
Where: Hikipiki Hair Designs
Warnings: None, unless hair trauma is on your speed-dial for discomfort, in which case, you are warned there will be trauma to hair.
Sakura walked through Hikipiki's door, having kept a keen eye on the people she passed as she entered. It's curious, and suspicious, to have this kind of deal crop up with all the recent incidents. She knows Sai is aware of Purist activities, and wonders if his broadcast wasn't in part to see if a direct call would help keep people away from this particular store.
Or if it was something else... or simply business. It was hard to tell sometimes with Sai, depending on what he considered to be his mission objective. "I have an appointment with Sai," she told the person at the front counter, smiling. Her own towel was neatly folded under one arm.
All the more reason she was suspicious. She hated this lingering feeling, but since confirmation of Purist activity on both the Sigrun and the Sif, she felt like living was in part waiting for some strange other shoe to drop -- all the time.
What: Haircut times! In an effort to support Sai's mission efforts this month, Sakura decides she can afford a few inches off to cut down on the hair she's let grow since arrival last year. Whoops! Way to maintain.
When: May 20th.
Where: Hikipiki Hair Designs
Warnings: None, unless hair trauma is on your speed-dial for discomfort, in which case, you are warned there will be trauma to hair.
Sakura walked through Hikipiki's door, having kept a keen eye on the people she passed as she entered. It's curious, and suspicious, to have this kind of deal crop up with all the recent incidents. She knows Sai is aware of Purist activities, and wonders if his broadcast wasn't in part to see if a direct call would help keep people away from this particular store.
Or if it was something else... or simply business. It was hard to tell sometimes with Sai, depending on what he considered to be his mission objective. "I have an appointment with Sai," she told the person at the front counter, smiling. Her own towel was neatly folded under one arm.
All the more reason she was suspicious. She hated this lingering feeling, but since confirmation of Purist activity on both the Sigrun and the Sif, she felt like living was in part waiting for some strange other shoe to drop -- all the time.