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[deadlyjuliet]

[Paperwork paperwork paperwork OH MY GOD NO. Grell slams her hands on her writing desk and flips the journal open.]

WILLIAM. We're going out. Now. No, don't argue. We're going.

To the rest of you, is there nowhere in this little bubble for a girl to find a proper hairdresser? Honestly, what have you all been doing?

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[redjacketthief]

Come to think of it, even Bogie went and got a haircut sometimes... [Not that it was going to get him to see a barber anytime soon if there was one. Besides, he liked his sideburns.]

I know there's those, but I need a trustworthy one. It's a very important job that I have in mind.

[deadlyjuliet]

Everyone should get a haircut sometime. Even a trim to keep ends neat and healthy. I can't stand the thought of my hair being damaged just because this place doesn't have a stylist.

[sigh]

And what sort of tailoring does Monsieur Lupin need, hm?

[redjacketthief]

Noted. I'll take it up with Fujiko sometime then. [If she doesn't attempt to kill him with the scissors...]

...it's a very particular thing. My jacket was wrecked two weeks ago, and I didn't remember it until the other day because of the shift. It was a custom job, initially. Do you know how hard it is finding suits for a guy like me?

[deadlyjuliet]

Yes, I suppose it is hard finding something for someone with such... [noodly] a flexible frame. Well, the two seamstresses I know are the only in town.

[redjacketthief]

[The proper word is lanky you get it right you--]

...I see. [There's an audible sigh. Welp, he's screwed.]

[deadlyjuliet]

And what is so particular about your jacket that one of our seamstresses can't be trusted with it, hm~?

[redjacketthief]

Sentimental value, Princess. I've had it for a long time.

[deadlyjuliet]

Mm, I see. And what sort of damage? The irreparably nasty type or the "well at the least the arm's not off" type?

[redjacketthief]

There's not even enough left of it to call it a jacket anymore.

[deadlyjuliet]

...Then you really might just want to ask Shiki at Passions or that girl at the other store to handle it. They are very good, and if there isn't much left to damage, why not?

[redjacketthief]

Probably. I just don't like giving it up, and neither of them are the tailor that the Old Man sent me to way back when. I'd have to do my own customizations to it...

[deadlyjuliet]

Well, if you'd have to customize it yourself anyway, at least get them to put it back together. After that, you can figure out what else you wish to do with it, dear.

[redjacketthief]

That's the other thing, though. I may as well just order a brand new one, because this one has mostly been reduced to cinders. There's only really an arm left.

[deadlyjuliet]

..........Dearest, you really do have the worst encounters, don't you.

[redjacketthief]

Greatest Thief of the Century back home. I admit, I was looking for a fight back there. The kid spontaneously compusting was a surprise.

[deadlyjuliet]

....He what? What in the world were you doing?

[redjacketthief]

Fighting over bath salts.

[deadlyjuliet]

....You certainly were looking for a fight. Why in the world were you fighting over bath salts?

[redjacketthief]

Because we both wanted them. He also said he would hit me if I didn't let go.

[deadlyjuliet]

Well, I suppose it isn't any stranger than some of the fights I've watched over clothes.

[shrug]

Unfortunate how it ended. Were the bath salts intact?

[redjacketthief]

Yeah, he got them. I didn't care anymore after he burned my jacket.

[deadlyjuliet]

I suppose once you've been set on fire, bath salts are the least of your concerns, hm? So who is this mystery bath thief?

[redjacketthief]

Fiery kid with a tail. I think his name is Rin, but I haven't paid close attention to him on the journals.

...it doesn't matter. I need a new jacket, and I've moved on.

[deadlyjuliet]

I wonder if it wouldn't show up at the stores. It has much of what we need otherwise.

[redjacketthief]

I dunno, Princess. I still can't find my Gitanes.