Tactical Haircut Action

[agent_fumoffu]

Who: Sousuke and Serra
When: Saturday, February 23, evening.
Where: Room 205.
What: Serra ordered Sousuke to keep lookin' good, so he wants to get a haircut, Unfortunately, due to various circumstances he is barred from the barbershop.
Warnings/Notes: None.

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[bubblyhealer]

Serra, sprawled out on her bed with her handy-dandy pink glittery Notebook of Evil, otherwise known as her diary, wasn't really expecting anybody. Except maybe Mist. And Mist was probably preoccupied with her cooking duties. She perked up considerably at the thought it might be food delivery, though.

She sat upwards on her bed, tussled her hair in a beautiful and fashionable way, and bounced across the room to answer the door. She paused momentarily at the doorknob. Should she check who it was, first?

Naaaaaaah.

"Hellllllo," she trilled, throwing the door open.

[agent_fumoffu]

When dealing with situations he wasn't accustomed to, Sousuke always had a tendency to fall back to the mental sanctuary of his military tendencies. As the door opened, he stood to attention and saluted.

"Sgt. Sagara Sousuke, reporting for duty, Lady Serra." After a brief pause, he added, "I have... er, a request to make."

[bubblyhealer]

It wasn't food.

Why wasn't it food?

Ah, well. She beamed at him, just the same. "A request? How interesting. Of course I shall do my best to fulfill it! Do tell me what it is, really!" And then she realized she had to play the part of a nice hostess. "Oh, sorry, forgive me. Would you like to come in? You can sit anywhere. Then you can tell me." She held the door opened and made hand motions to try and usher him inside.

[agent_fumoffu]

Sousuke entered the room obediently, unconsciously choosing to remain standing. He surveyed the room briefly. This is commander Serra's personal quarters? It seems a little... disorganized.

All right. Where to begin?

"My request... it, uh, concerns the orders you have me recently. Concerning the Bachelor List."