Probably another short one . . . But I'm not sure yet.
I own nothing except my computer and this broken pen . . . How dare you break on me in the middle of the day! Well . . . whatever . . .
So there comes a day in everyone's life when their hair goes wild-like in tangles. Young, little people usually don't bother combing it out, so they let it get longer and longer until you can't see their eyes. Kyo, however didn't have this luxury because Kazuma wanted to cut it before that happened. So you can see his problem here.
"How 'bout we wait until it's just a little longer?"
"I have money now," said Kazuma using the most used excuse for spending that I hear.
"I don't care about money except when it's used to buy things working for the side of good! And keep your hands on the wheel!"
"It's a red light."
So the car ride continued on until Kyo finally realized that he would have to get his hair cut. But that didn't happen until he actually got inside the salon or whatever it was, and was afraid of causing a scene that he reluctantly shut his loud little trap. Aw, that was mean of me. Rephrasing: He reluctantly quieted down.
He sat down in one of chairs in front of a table full of old magazines. There were girls everywhere talking about what styles were "in." Some didn't even seem to be there for any reason. The place in itself seemed to be full of noises. Blow dryers, people talking and sinks running. It was kind of hectic . . .
When he finally went into the zone with the most people in it, he sat down and found the chair went up and down. He'd have to get one of these . . .
So this lady sprayed his hair and pulled it this way and that and cut it off with this awful slicing sound . . . His hair! His bright orange hair! Whyyyy!
He was sad no longer when he saw his head in the mirror after 15 minutes. It actually looked ok. Even as he walked out, he heard someone say he was cute. So he was officially "in."
Thus came to be the bright orange top we know and love. Although I'd like to see how it would look spiked . . . so many possibilities . . .
Well, . . . oh great, I forgot what I was going to say . . . Oh well . . .