[ Closed ] So Gangsta

[kaba]

Starring: The Club Niteo bouncers (Yang Xiao Long and just Koujaku)
When: 12/08 (03/21); some time after this conversation
Where: Koujaku’s apartment, Residential District
What: They’re geeking out over shampoo.
Rating/Warning: None. Will update, but it’s unlikely for anything to get terrible except Yang’s puns.

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[ She’s probably familiar with Koujaku’s place already, so that needs no introductions—just the magic of HoloGM™ bringing about the wonders of a posh little Japanese flat—furo and all.

What’s different is that he’s got a folding chair all set up because he can’t afford to install a barber’s chair just yet just beyond the foyer, with a little side table on top of which sit a basin full of water and a rather nondescript bottle of shampoo sits.

He’s already got towels draped over his arms, as well as a smile full of glee. ]

You’re gonna love this one, Yang! It’s even got all-natural ingredients and everything! [ He checked the label. ]

Why don’t you sit down so we can get started? [ And gossip with him, even. This is an impromptu hair salon in the works. ]

Comments

[kaba]

[ The best part. ]

Still…? [ He doesn't know much about Ruby except that she's awesome and has great taste in color, honestly. But every older sibling says that. ]

[flaredo]

Still, as her big sister, she shouldn't go.

[kaba]

Yeah. [ As one overprotective older sibling type to another, he salutes you, Yang. ]

It's people like her that we're trying to protect back there, anyway. [ Is he waxing philosophic about bouncing? Good lord. ]

[flaredo]

I thought we were just there to kick out the guys who got a little too annoying.

[ Nothing too deep and meaningful, Koujaku, which is why she's commenting on it teasingly. ]

[kaba]

Were we? [ He pauses in his ministrations, looming over with a face scrunched like a big dumb smile might break out at any moment.

Careful, Yang. There's a fine, fine line between teasing and flirting… ]

If we keep doing a better job than that, they might run outta customers soon.

[flaredo]

[ You're ten years older than her, bro, she'll just as cheerily shut you down-- even as she crinkles her nose back at him. ]

It just means they need to start getting better customers!

[kaba]

[ Ten years older and always out of his league. Sounds about right. ]

Then we'll really be out of a job. [ He's kidding, of course, even if he's had his share of good-natured drunken revelries back home. ]

[flaredo]

Nah, don't worry-- [ idly flapping a hand. ] The club's got such good-looking bouncers, people will always show up.

[kaba]

[ That shouldn't have sounded really, really kinky—so he splutters. ]

Yeah, you're probably right. Can't say a lot of them could keep their eyes off of ya.

[flaredo]

[ He's so easy, it's great-- ]

I don't think it's such a bad idea to be eye-grabbing! [ Of course not. ]

[kaba]

[ She's getting way too good at that. ]

You might even grab mine, if you were a few years older. [ Right. This just got awkward. Back to lathering. Right. ]

[flaredo]

Thanks, but I'm sure there's plenty of hot people who aren't in their teens for you to stare at!

[ Granted, she'd also flirted with Junior, but that was business. ]

[kaba]

[ He'll gladly keep his nuts uncrushed, thanks. ]

There's been way too many of those lately. [ And here he thought Yang would be confiding in him as per the usual beauty salon code of conduct. ]

[flaredo]

[ Hey now, she gives as good a gossip as she gets. ]

Ooh, really? Who've you been ogling, Koujaku?

[kaba]

[ At this rate, he'd admit to ogling fucking Cinder. But who wouldn't, granted. ]

Oh, you know. My customers here and there…

[flaredo]

That's so helpful and specific, thanks.

[kaba]

Yaaaaang. [ Suddenly he's half his age. ]

[flaredo]

Koujakuuuuuu. [ She can play this game!! ] C'mon, I'd give you details!

[kaba]

You would? [ She…would. ]

[flaredo]

If I had any details, anyway.

[kaba]

[ Aww, Yang. :c ]

Th—There isn't a lot of details to it, y'know… [ LIES. ]

[flaredo]

Uh-huh...

[kaba]

Don't give me that look… [ He can see it way too clearly from this angle. ]

[flaredo]

Then don't give me that crap!

[kaba]

[ Okay, HE JUMPED. A little. Don't tell anybody. ]

It's—It's that friend I've been telling you about… [ About yea big, with blue hair styled in a mullet, great ass, used to be a whiny but adorable little brat when they were kids…and he's possibly amnesiac… ]

[flaredo]

Go on...

[ Being intimidated by a seventeen-year-old girl, way to be. ]

[kaba]

[ Seventeen-year-old girls don't normally punch bears in the face, okay. ]

He's… [ This is already pretty revealing, come to think of it.

He leans in, very conspiratorially, with a look of dead seriousness in his eyes, as he whispers: ]

I've always wanted to cut his hair. [ AND THE TRUTH SHALL SET HIM FREE?? ]

[flaredo]

...

Then... do it...?

[ ??????? ]

[kaba]

He won't let anyone touch his hair! [ It's just so sad that he's serious about all this. But Aoba's got nerves in his hair, so ouch if anyone tries to put scissors on it.

Koujaku doesn't know about that, though. ]

[flaredo]

Huh... well, I don't like haircuts, either... maybe he just wants to keep it long?

[ Understandable. ]

[kaba]

I guess… [ But what about his Dreams, Yang… ]

[flaredo]

You'll just have to admire his hair from afar.

[kaba]

[ He scratches the back of his neck self-consciously. ]

Least I get to work with yours.

[flaredo]

Yep! No cutting, but the fuss is nice!

[kaba]

Hey, hair like that deserves only the best kind of care.