OFF GAME 02

@N유☥ pyororo [It's ok haha ;v; also, she's sitting and can't really do much sooo it's fine if your answers get shorter. Also.. why do I always chose professions I have no clue about for my chars. I research so much and still..haha.]

A banquet? He’d heard that the Pyo family was well off, but the mention of such festivities alone was enough to make him wonder just how loaded they were. High class life must’ve been so annoying if it was anything like movies suggested. He sure as hell couldn’t imagine playing nice with total strangers on a regular basis, even if it earned him success. Though perhaps he was thinking too much into it.

“Alright, that should work.” He’d been looking forward to cutting her hair. But he could deal with this. Someone must’ve done extensions before. Koichi really wanted to avoid the trouble of finding matching wefts of hair, colour wise. And if they didn’t have some at hand…oh boy.

As soon as Hyemi had settled into her chair, he draped a black cape around her. Because even if he wasn’t going to touch her real hair (much), the extensions would need some corrections to look good. Her hair was fairly short, so he’d probably go for something layered to make it look as natural as possible, even at a certain length.

“I’ll add around 12 centimetres, so that your hair will come to rest on your shoulders,” he decided, sharing his thoughts so that she couldn’t complain afterwards. “And they’ll be clip-ins, since I suppose you don’t want these permanently?” He didn’t really give her much time to answer though, excusing himself to get fitting wefts. Which did not turn out to be difficult, since a co-worker was already waiting on him. Maybe she had a bad conscience for making him stay, rightfully so. Whatever the case, she shoved some brown extensions into his arms, assuring him that out of those, one would definitely be a match. Great. One less worry.

Back with his costumer, he wordlessly started putting her hair up and dividing it into even sections. Normally, he’d have a comfortable conversation going by now. His regulars knew him well enough, they liked to talk about their daily life. Pyo Hyemi was a whole different story. He couldn’t just stay quiet though; she was not a costumer the salon was keen on loosing. As he began comparing her hair colour to the different wefts he brought, Koichi enquired: “Would you like it curly or straight once they’re set?”

@N유➶ trembling_bambi [it does...i think XD anyway i don't think I can write long replies anymore OTL so busy]

It didn't take long for the substitute to stand in front of her. If she had to be honest, he was definitely not what she had been expecting. In comparison to Miss Park, who was more of an elegant lady, this male seemed to belong in some more exotic place. Not that she would have shown any surprise, maybe except for the quick raising of her eyebrow for a second, before her facial expression evened out again. Being not a "normal" person either, the female knew that it was best not to judge someone by their outer appearance, although she had to admit that she didn't quite feel safe to have Koichi as her hair dresser. There was just something about the male that made her feel rather uncomfortable. Maybe it was his way too bright smile, maybe his sickening sweet voice. Whatever it was, she could only try to suppress her sudden urge to turn around and run away, hoping for the best to happen.

"I have a banquet I need to attend this evening. I'd like to wear my hair down so maybe you could put some extensions in."

Silently nodding, she then followed the pink haired male, not without noticing that from his backside he could have easily been mistaken for a female. It was weird. All the other guys around her always tried their best to showcase their manly side, doing anything to impress the girls, while this one...he was the complete opposite. If not for her ominous feeling about him, maybe she would have found him interesting enough. Slowly, Hyemi let out a soft sigh, telling herself that she had to stop having such negative thoughts whenever she was confronted with a sudden situation. the male was probably a nice guy and not scary at all.

Swiftly, the female student settled down on the appointed chair, staring at herself in the mirror in the front, the male dangerously looming behind her. Great. so much for not overthinking things. With a soft shake of her head, Hyemi tried to free her mind from any fear, silently repeating "there's nothing to worry about" over and over again. She was here in a room full of people, there was no way that Koichi could do her any harm, not that he probably intended to. Maybe she should try to talk to him a bit more, to figure out what exactly about him made her so uncomfortable, but then again, Pyo Hyemi was not a talker. like always in such a situation, the female only kept silent, her hands nervously playing with the rim of her knee-length skirt.

@N유☥ pyororo (welp does it make sense? I do hope so. ;v; I really enjoyed your starter.)

This, Koichi mused as he briefly let his gaze wander outside, was life. Getting up late, having the opportunity to walk to work, getting to chat with agreeable costumers- and leaving at 3pm. Granted, not every day was as perfect as this one, but he couldn’t complain. He got to practice what he liked doing himself, at home. Even better, he got to do it on totally different types of persons. Sure, just like anywhere, there was a certain kind of beauty that regarded as perfection. But dragging that bit out of someone was his job, and he’d be damned if he failed. To the pink haired male, this wasn’t only a matter of money, but a matter of pride.

“There, all done,” he declared, taking a step away from the chair his current victim was occupying. He placed his hair shears back on the trolley, reaching for the mirror instead as the woman examined the results. He gave her a little more time to run a hand through hazelnut brown locks before presenting her with a back view. In general, it was unusual for a costumer to ever voice doubts or unhappiness (out of politeness), so he couldn’t always tell who was truly satisfied. In this case, the small smile gracing the woman’s lips was enough of an indication. She liked it. But then again, with gorgeous hair like hers, she better did. Koichi himself thought he did one hell of a good job, even if he’d always prefer to see a more vibrant color around.

She was the last costumer of his, according to the list. But fate apparently decided to mess with Koichi’s perfect day. He’d just settled the bill and gave the politest goodbye he’d ever given, ready to move on to clean and clear away his tools. In fact, he had already sorted some things into their respective drawers, when a co-worker of his approached him. He liked her well enough, but so close to shift end this could only be bad. There was no way she came just to wish him a nice free afternoon.

“Koichi, we’re really sorry for the inconvenience, but you know, since Miss Park is ill…we need you to stay just a while longer.” Her apologetic smile didn’t quite make it better. He huffed. Fine. He had no choice.

Just about one endless hour and many apologies later, the rumoured costumer /finally/ arrived. Right on time, to her credit, but he’d been waiting either way so his mood was accordingly sour. Koichi was doing his best to hide that though. Time to show some professionalism. With a rather fake looking smile on his face, he approached the infamous Pyo Hyemi.

“Hello. I’m the substitute, you can call me Koichi. What can I do for you?” Almost, he gagged. This was way too sweet. Part of him felt bad because she got to deal with him in this mood though- he should really try harder. At least her hair, dark brown and not even long enough to reach her shoulders, seemed well looked after. That made cutting more fun. She was a pretty thing, too. If not a tad bit too tall for his comfort, he noted, as he gestured for her to follow him and sit.

@N유➶ trembling_bambi "Dear. Remember you have an appointment at the hair salon in half an hour. I told the driver to pick you up from university. he's probably already waiting at the main entrance." Changing the mobile phone from her right to the left hand as she picked up her bag, Hyemi let out a soft sigh. No, she hasn't forgotten about it, but was it really necessary for her mother to send the family's driver to pick her up when in fact she could easily get to the hair salon by taking the bus? It were only three stops, a matter of ten minutes at most, and still her mother acted as if she still was just an elementary schooler, afraid that her kid might get kidnapped. Hyemi highly doubted for it to happen, simply for the fact that the university was such a busy place. And since she wasn't exactly short there were always a few pair of eyes following her wherever she went. although she knew her mother couldn't see it, the female still rolled her eyes before responding. "Fine. I'll call you back once I'm on my way home. I'll see you later this evening, mother." With that, Hyemi turned off her mobile, heading straight towards the main entrance.

The ride to the hair salon went by pretty uneventful. She wasn't necessarily the most talkative person, a fact that everyone who has been working for her family for some time already knew. When she was younger her driver had often tried to get into a conversation but soon gave up when he only got one worded replies. That was, if he even got a reply. As soon as the car stopped in front of the salon, Hyemi slightly nodded at the driver, before she got off the vehicle.

Entering the hair salon, the female student was immediately surrounded by the light fragrance of different shampoos, mixed with the smell of other different hair products. It was a scent that reminded her of her childhood, of afternoons spent silently sitting in the waiting area while carefully watching how the hairdresser turned her mother's usually silky straight hair into the most extravagant hairstyles possible. She then headed straight towards the counter to confirm her appointment, the ghost of a smile barely visible on her lips. That was the most anyone would get. Although knowing how to smile, it wasn't anything that Hyemi would often do.

"let's see." the female at the counter mumbled, checking through the appointment list. "Miss Pyo Hyemi. Right, the 24th October, 4pm...Ah...but Miss Park called in earlier this morning. She caught a flu so she has to stay at home this week, but we have a really capable substitute for her. If you don't mind I will send him to you right away. And we're really sorry for the inconvenience."

Blinking at the worker, Hyemi could only nod, her brain still processing the information she had received only seconds ago. Pyo Hyemi hated changes, hated inconsistency. But there was nothing that could be done. She needed her hair cut. And if her usual hair dresser was sick, guess she had to settle for the substitute.

"I see. Please send him to me then."