002; action

[planetcrusher]

Aries
Your hair is plotting against you again.
Your life is a series of ups and downs. Like a toilet plunger.
Shave your head.
All is not lost. But most of it is.
[At first, Makoto hadn't given the predictions much thought, especially when nothing out of the ordinary happened to her on the first day. Then the second, third, and fourth days passed

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[vulcanblazer]

[Lucky for her, Adell happened to be at the store at the same time. He sees her with the plunger on her head just before she started raising the scissors, looking like she's getting ready to do something very drastic.]

Makoto! What the hell are you doing?!

[He's coming over, whether you like it or not.]

[planetcrusher]

[She doesn't even get to the cutting motion, so Adell's timing is a grand one as Makoto whips around, scissors still aimed, with a look of surprise.]

Adell?

[She huffs.]

Trying to get this plunger out, that's what!

[vulcanblazer]

...By stabbing yourself in the head with scissors?

[He doesn't quite get she meant to cut her hair.]

...I can try pulling that plunger off or something.

[planetcrusher]

[ . . . no, Adell.]

I've already tried, but . . . be my guest.

[She bows her head, to give him room to grab the blasted thing and take it off. It absolutely refused to budge for her, which is saying something.]

[consultmybooks]

[...this girl is aiming scissors at her head.

Giles' immediate thought is that she's suffering from head trauma brought on by the plunger. But, first things first? He is snatching those scissors away. Fortunately he has good enough hand-eye coordination not to slice his fingers while doing so.]

[planetcrusher]

[Makoto's ears twitch (in irritation, surprise, both, neither?) when the scissors are snatched away. She shoots Giles an unappreciative glare.]

Hey!

[consultmybooks]

[...this person has squirrel ears. Fortunately or not for Makoto, this is a secondary concern to the scissors.]

What on Earth were you doing with these?

[planetcrusher]

[And a bushy tail, ohoho. She scoffs, a little embarrassed.]

I was trying to cut my hair to get this plunger off. Now can you please return them?

[flameson]

...You've got special ears too!

[Yes, he missed those all the other times so far, having only noted the tail. Sue him. Let us say he encountered her after whatever resolution there is with the plunger so this can be a placeholder if you want.

Space time is not mine to bend]

[planetcrusher]

[Yes, it is yours to bend. Don't deny it.

Makoto almost raises a hand to the frazzled part of her hair that seems a little short on certain edges (from cutting halfway, thanks to Noel's intervention) where the plunger used to be. Way to greet her, Rin.]

Heh, that's one way of putting it. You have pretty sharp ears, yourself.

[flameson]

They're kinda cute though?

[ what.... ]

[planetcrusher]

. . . cute?

[ That was kind of random, what even. ]

[cry_camellia]

[The retail therapy isn't working. But wait - FRIEND! Maybe you can cheer Tsubaki up after all her--

...

What the hell is this.]

Makoto... Do I even want to know?

[planetcrusher]

[Makoto stops and whips around, a look of horror crossing her features for but a second. No. No, you do not.]

Heeey, Tsubaki. Fancy seeing you -- uh, what brings you here?

[cry_camellia]

I thought I'd run a few errands for Litchi to make up for-- [being a depressing failure] --well, to help out. But I have to say, it's been completely overshadowed by a sudden onset of concern for your well-being. [And not just the physical kind.]

Makoto, please tell me this has something to do with those horoscopes and isn't the result of some nonsensical and fairly dangerous hair styling technique you've managed to pick up in this place.

[planetcrusher]

[Oops. She's taking away from Tsubaki's work. Uh.] I don't think anyone in their right mind would use a toilet plunger to style their hair. So yes, I'm pretty sure it has to do with those horoscopes. I just knew it was too early to celebrate . . .

[black_onslaught]

[All Ragna wanted was to pick up something nice for himself. Because he feels like spoiling himself. But when he walks into the store and sees something in the corner of his eye, he turns his head to look. What does he see?

Apparently some sort of weird as fuck beastkin morning ritual. Is it even morning?] ... Uh. [He doesn't know what to say. Can you feel his eyes boring a hole in the back of your skull, Makoto?]

[planetcrusher]

[She can definitely feel it, and so she stops just before she's about to cut off a good chunk of her hair as a chill runs up her spine. Slowly lowering the scissor, she turns around.

You.]

. . . what?

[Don't judge her.]

[black_onslaught]

[He's judging. He's judging her so hard.

Oh, was he caught? How awkward.] Is that supposed to be a fashion statement?

[planetcrusher]

[Butthead.]

No. This wasn't done intentionally!