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[untilitburns]

Characters: Open
Location: Mortician's Touch
Rating: G-PG
Time: September 15, Morning to Afternoon
Description: Business is a little slow for a salon when the weather's bad, but appointments and unexpected walk-ins are Spitfire's savior from boredom. Come be his savior.

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[candleinastorm]

[well Kazu has been doing an imitation of a sheepdog lately, with his hair, but... Well, he sees Spit less, now that Sano and he are moved out (but not that less, oddly enough)]

Ah... Yo.

[untilitburns]

[ Probably because Spitfire's been making it a point to visit regularly. ]

Good morning Kazu-kun.

[candleinastorm]

Mornin'. You busy or anything?

[untilitburns]

Not at the moment. Did you need something?

[lavenderglasses]

[Have a blond head poking in the front door. It's been a while since he's had a trim or even just someone else doing it for him. How was he supposed to know there was a place for these things until walking past it?

Glancing about the inside of the shop a bit hesitantly, though. It's not as if he's had an experience with public hairdresses before, after all.]

[untilitburns]

[ Well Spitfire is here to help make the experience a lot less frightening. At least, he approaches the door once he sees a customer, offering a warm smile. ]

May I help you?

[lavenderglasses]

Ah...I heard that one can get their hair cut here. [Pretty men make everything less frightening.]

[untilitburns]

Yes, you've come to the right place.

[ He offers his hand along with another smile. ]

My name's Spitfire, one of the hairdressers here.

[thewarisover]

[Dropping in not because he's looking for a hair cut, but because he needs to duck in and rest a bit before going right back out there.

Siiiiigh this weather.]

[untilitburns]

[ Whatever his intentions, the small chime catches Spitfire's attention and he'd be a horrible employee if he didn't greet every person whom entered. ]

[ Though this man in particular happens to be mildly familiar, though they've only seen each other over the network. ]

May I help you?

[thewarisover]

Ah... sorry. Just need take a break for a bit.

[Oh, he knows you. Recognition!]

[untilitburns]

[ All smiles as he leans against the receptionist's counter, studying the other man now that he finally has him in full view. ]

It's quite all right. Would you like a drink?

[ominous_sin]

[Heya! Have a tall dark haired woman entering the Salon...and not even bothering to glance at you. She's wearing a dark concealing cloak so you can't see her face, but from the way she turns to look out of the window with a irritated tut it's obvious she's only here to avoid getting soaked by another sudden torrential downpour]

[untilitburns]

[ While Spitfire's boss may have not been fond of all the people seeking refuge within the salon, Spitfire himself doesn't particularly mind. He's not at the entrance when she walks in, but after a few moments he appears, offering a towel and a smile. ]

Quite the weather, isn't it?

[ominous_sin]

[Blinks in surprise at his sudden appearance. She hadn't really been paying attention. After a slight hesitation, she thanks him and slips down the hood of her cloak to dry off the wet ends of hair]

It's...unpredictable.

[untilitburns]

[ He takes care to give her some space, she looks harried enough by the weather, leaning himself against the reception counter as he glances toward the windows. ]

I suppose it caught you by surprise then?