Mazoku All Day - Chapter 26: Hairstyle is a question of taste
Garv: Aaaaaah, noooooo! Dooooon't!!!!
Zellas: Don't act like a stupid donkey! Come on now! One day you will thank me for having done this! Thanks for helping me, Phibbi!
Phibbi: (laughs) Yeah, no problem! That's the least I can do!
Human hairdresser: (looks confused) Ow can I elp you, madame? (seems to be a Frenchman, calls himself not hairdresser but "coiffeur")
Zellas: Okay, you human garbage, that's the patient! What can you make out of his hair?
Coiffeur: Pardon me, madame...uman garbage?
Zellas: Hey, don't get on my nerves, right? Just cut his hair!
Coiffeur: Ose air?
Zellas : (points at Garv) His!
Coiffeur: (turns to Phibbi) Ah, bonjour mademoiselle. What a beautiful child you ave, madame! Qu'elle est mignonne! Oh, I will see what I can do about er air!
Phibbi: Hey, wait, you...
Zellas: Not him...(grabs Garv) Him!!!
Coiffeur: You're right! Your usband's airstyle is a bit...quoi dire...abitual...
Zellas: Yes, that's right, it's...
SILENCE
Zellas: Sorry, I may have misunderstood you, but...did you call him my husband?
Coiffeur: Sure, madame! And a beautiful daughter you ave...cute little girl...Ere, I ave some sweets for you, mademoiselle!
Phibbi can't stand it anymore and burns the whole hairdresser shop up!
Phibbi: Damn mortal!
Zellas: Right you are! Hey, stop, Garv! Stay where you are!
Garv is running away at high speed.
Zellas: Damn it! Bad day! Next time I'll take him to a normal hairdresser who can speak properly! And now I'm going for a drink! Want to join?
Phibbi: Well...d'you think you can get me some milk in that bar of yours?
Zellas: Sure.
Phibbi: Okay...Let's go then...
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Okay, here we go again! I promised Faria to write a chapter about Garv at a hairdresser's. I think I'll make another story out of it. It just didn't turn out as I wanted it to do... *sigh* Anyway, please do me the favour to review this chapter! Thanks for reading!
~Virginia
Garv: Aaaaaah, noooooo! Dooooon't!!!!
Zellas: Don't act like a stupid donkey! Come on now! One day you will thank me for having done this! Thanks for helping me, Phibbi!
Phibbi: (laughs) Yeah, no problem! That's the least I can do!
Human hairdresser: (looks confused) Ow can I elp you, madame? (seems to be a Frenchman, calls himself not hairdresser but "coiffeur")
Zellas: Okay, you human garbage, that's the patient! What can you make out of his hair?
Coiffeur: Pardon me, madame...uman garbage?
Zellas: Hey, don't get on my nerves, right? Just cut his hair!
Coiffeur: Ose air?
Zellas : (points at Garv) His!
Coiffeur: (turns to Phibbi) Ah, bonjour mademoiselle. What a beautiful child you ave, madame! Qu'elle est mignonne! Oh, I will see what I can do about er air!
Phibbi: Hey, wait, you...
Zellas: Not him...(grabs Garv) Him!!!
Coiffeur: You're right! Your usband's airstyle is a bit...quoi dire...abitual...
Zellas: Yes, that's right, it's...
SILENCE
Zellas: Sorry, I may have misunderstood you, but...did you call him my husband?
Coiffeur: Sure, madame! And a beautiful daughter you ave...cute little girl...Ere, I ave some sweets for you, mademoiselle!
Phibbi can't stand it anymore and burns the whole hairdresser shop up!
Phibbi: Damn mortal!
Zellas: Right you are! Hey, stop, Garv! Stay where you are!
Garv is running away at high speed.
Zellas: Damn it! Bad day! Next time I'll take him to a normal hairdresser who can speak properly! And now I'm going for a drink! Want to join?
Phibbi: Well...d'you think you can get me some milk in that bar of yours?
Zellas: Sure.
Phibbi: Okay...Let's go then...
******
Okay, here we go again! I promised Faria to write a chapter about Garv at a hairdresser's. I think I'll make another story out of it. It just didn't turn out as I wanted it to do... *sigh* Anyway, please do me the favour to review this chapter! Thanks for reading!
~Virginia
