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♥5 [action -> audio]

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[For those in the town square this fine day, they may find a red blur falling out of the sky and straight into the fountain with a loud scream and a crash. Grell is back in Luceti, looking like a drowned rat, and none too pleased to be here.]

WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME SOMEWHERE RATIONAL?!

[Voice]

...Does anyone know where I can find a good hair product? That bloody fountain seems to have ruined my beautiful locks and since I can't blow that thing up, I may as well take care of this.

And for those who are wondering? Yes, the parlour is still going up. Even if kills me. Or one of you.

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Concerned for me? [She smirks over the rim of her cup as she drinks the tea.] How cute of you. I'll be sure to watch myself around them, but should you need a hand, you know I'm always happy to help.

I appreciate that, love.

[Flushes a little for no apparent reason.]

So long as you don't get hurt, I don't really care what they do too much.

Unless you think they can kill Death, I'd be more concerned for them than me.

[She reaches up, still trying to smooth the frizz of her hair down.]

Ugh, maybe I do need to visit the shops for something. This is simply unbearable.

He is called the Death Surgeon.

[Watches this thing with the hair.]

Is it? It just looks big. Isn't that good? [... :| /Epic fail.]

But not the Death Killer.

[Just pointing that out. Grell gives Smoker a look and goes back to trying to smooth her hair out with one hand.]

I'm afraid the "afro" doesn't come into style. Ever.

Probably. [But he'd hate to have her prove to be the first one.]

[... She's not going to understand this but it's a man's code in One Piece.]

[He shakes his head.] Don't question the power of afro.

[Sigh, whateva' man. Power don't mean style. /z-snap]

Fiiiiine, but it isn't a style for me and it isn't one I wish to try anytime soon.

Is there even a product to help that?

[He knows so much about hair. Clearly. I mean you remember his spiky days right? And now... Well some might argue it's an improvement but not all, definitely.]

There's a product to help with everything.

[And yup, she accepts you as you are, Smoker, crazy hair and all. Grell leans over and musses Smoker's hair up in revenge. If her hair can't look nice, neither can his. 8( ]

I just have to find it.

[It's seen worse.]

Where would it be? Item shop or something? Or at you hoping someone has it?

[Looks up at that hand like a grumpy bull mastiff at someone playing with his ears.]

[Probably, yes. She looks down at him bemused and sips her tea again.]

It's there. Someone spoke to me earlier about it and threatened my life should I take it all. I'm almost tempted to try it. He had the most amazing red locks.

[His ears just flick.] Oh? Who's that? He can't have that good of hair if he's that desperate.

[Uhuhuhuhu. /trolls]

Oh, but it was gorgeous. It's obvious he takes care of it. [Sigh] Hair red as blood. You know how I adore the colour.

[Slight huff.] Your own hair's better though, I'm sure.

Normally, I would agree with you. [She fingers the ends of her still damp hair.] But since coming back, it seems to be misbehaving terribly.

I see. So that stuff will help?

So I'm hoping. [She sighs and lets the strands drop from her fingertips before sliding off the sofa arm and onto the couch next to him.]

But if not, I don't see how I can show myself to the village.

[Plays with her hair slightly.]

I really still think it's quite pretty. Same color as before, and that's what's important, right?

[She leans into the touch and up against him.]

Oh, if they had changed my colour? I would have been furious.

As it is, the style is important as well. I may simply need to hide away from everyone but you until it goes away.

Then you'd still be beautiful, because you are when you're angry. [And he will insist... every other time too. Just to make that clear, he is 100% biased here.]

And hats or braiding it are out of the question?

[Twirls a lock around his finger and runs it along her jaw and neck.]

[Ufufu. She sets her cup down and turns to face him, putting her arms around his neck.]

Braids? Yes. Hats? It would depend upon what was in style, hm? Although why should I deprive you of seeing me angry? I have been ever so good since returning. Not a single person here even fears me anymore.

[He tries to hide a small grin at her being close... and fails miserably. It's pretty clear he's enjoying the proximity.]

I have no idea what's in fashion for either, but I've no doubt you could make it work.

Oh? I wouldn't say that, I'm sure plenty are scared of you and just unwilling to show it.

Does that mean I have permission to test their fear of Death?

[she leans in a little closer to try and convince him.]

Maybe, if it's just a test.

Who would it be on? Or should I not ask?

Perhaps we can be mutually beneficial, hm? Is there anyone whom you would particularly like to see fear for their lives?