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((Sweats profusely when Wendy gets near.)) Okay uhm.. (HESITATING SO MUCH!!

Kashima pulls the hand away to reveal... definitely nothing as bad as it was made out to be, but it's enough. The very top is nicked.)) Is it bad? How much blood is there? Please say it's still attached.

[............Huh.

Kashima, Wendy just probably broke something to bring you this wad of paper towels. She might as well put them to some use, right? sorry if she laughs, because she's totally laughing a little.]

Uh... It's not so bad, dude. Don't worry, here... [Taking one of those towels, Wendy folds it up and, just so lightly, presses it to Kashima's ear.] Keep this on it for now, kay?

Really? ((Kashima glances a little toward the damaged ear, and then at Wendy. She's nice, Kashima thinks; usually this is the other way around, isn't it?

Kashima puts the hand over the papers and holds it there so Wendy doesn't have to, and smiles.)) Thanks! ((Glancing at the rest, Kashima mutters: )) So many...

Oh! Sorry about texting you so suddenly. Legit you were the first thing I opened. Lucky me that you answered so quickly!

[Yup. Normally, it seems that Kashima was the one saying such things. Oh how those tables have turned!]

It's cool, dude. Don't need to worry about it. I like checking up on my friends around here. [An honest statement. Wendy would let Kashima take care of her own ear, putting her full attention on that face.]

Even if it's about a hair problem.

Hair problem..? ((Verses ear problem. Kashima looks up at her own hair, uncertain.)) Is it that bad? I wasn't really using a mirror... Maybe I should of. I didn't want to steal the scissors though!! Ugh....

((Plucking at one of the hair strands and pulling it over her eyes, she squints cross-eyed at it.)) Curse you, short hair.

It's whatever! I'll rock it, ((Unconcerned!!! Seemingly. Maybe screaming on the inside. Who knows.))

[That's the spirit!!] Yeah ha! Rock the look, sister! Maybe it'll catch on?

[And maybe they'll get attacked by flying pigs next month. Anything can happen!

Speaking of... she turns her attention to a particularly long strand of her own hair, sticking in her face.] Speaking of...

((Grins like this bc she's five at heart.

Kashima's head tips when Wendy's enthusiasm dies down, curious and surveying, but smiles.)) We have been here what like... three months, right? How about you let me do it! Promise I'm better when i can see around the whole head! ((There's actually no guarantee.))

Edited 2015-09-06 07:31 (UTC)

[Well that's cute. Wendy liked seeing her friends smiling like that. Made the school suck less.]

Longest three months of my life. [And the longest her hair has gotten while she's been here. It's not a stretch to say that she's been sitting on it by accident. So it's easy to say that she'll take anything by this point.]

...You'd do that? [She brushes some of it over her shoulder.] I mean, I was just going to go all buzz cut on it.

((Kashima being, well, Kashima, sees her window of opportunity. She scoops a bit of Wendy's hair into her hand and holds it daintily in her fingers, bowing slightly and gallantly.)) A mere "buzz cut" would not suit a woman of your high esteem, my lady.

Yeah? Well ooh, la la! [And Wendy, being Wendy, decides to laugh this off and take it semi-seriously. Hey, it's the only way she can really deal with Kashima being super charming right now. It's absurd.

Her hair is also super soft. So enjoy that.]

Here! Let's sit you down first. ((Kashima buzzes away, eventually grabbing one of the art stools and sliding it up to Wendy. Kashima bows.)) Your salon throne, my queen. ((It's always games with this prince of the theater.

And then kashima gets a different pair of scissors, since the other one is obviously a lethal weapon now. There's no brushes so... finger... combing???

A pause.)) Wow...

Edited 2015-09-16 08:10 (UTC)

[Choosing to stand back and watch seemed like the best thing to do, while Kashima buzzed about, grabbing a chair that she lowers herself into. Not without an appreciative nod and a snicker.] Thank you, my dear.

[Finger coming it is! Up until now, she had just been going all little mermaid on it with forks from the cafeteria.

.....There doesn't seem to be a lot of cutting going on here...]

Something up?

Oh! Nothing. Your hair's just really nice. Did you get shampoo or something? Conditioner? ((Will be jealous one way or another.))

You think so? [Color her flattered!] Well... sorry to say, but all I've been using is water and that soap in the bathrooms. Bet you didn't know redheads have naturally awesome hair.

[Maybe not true, but Wendy will take it as such.]

Make me a red head in the next life...! ((Kashima half whistles.)) Anyway i thing that's good. We're just talking a trim right?

[Pffft.] You wish, sister. Trim sounds good. Let's get some trimming up in here!

((Snip snip, hair stylist expert Kashima is on the move!!!))

By the way... how have things been for you since we showed up?

[Wendy holds still, or as much as she can. Gotta be careful with those scissors, please.]

Me? Oh I'm doing... alright, I guess? I'm not dead yet.

[A lengthy pause.]

I mean. Permanently...

((Kashima pauses after a snip, tilting a little to maybe get a better look at Wendy's face.))

..."Permanently"?

[Wendy notices the slight pause, already feeling the questioning look Kashima was giving her before she turned her head.]

Oh... [She shifts a little, nervously.] Guess you don't know.

.... ((Kashima waits for a little while, not totally sure what to say or do. Did she... but she's right here! And the last time someone.

Kashima doesn't speak for a moment, then goes back to cutting. Her voice is low, quiet, and almost stern.)) You don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna'.... ((Kashima hadn't dealt with much of the tragedy that went on in Inugami, but just enough to remember the shock from it.))

Edited 2015-10-05 05:02 (UTC)

[No matter what Kashima was thinking, she'd come to the answer, sooner or later. It was only so obvious what Wendy could mean, her expression of quiet acceptance being the confirmation Kashima might need. She didn't like it; obviously she hated what happened, and wished it didn't happen.

Knowing you've died once before was a bit of a pain in the long run. Who knew?]

...I've already told some others. [She shrugged a little at Kashima's silence suggestion.] And everyone else saw me in the study room... all stabbed and junk.

...Stabbed...?

((She pauses for a moment, frowning uncertainly.)) But... why? I mean, I'm glad you're here but...

That girl from the first month, she was... ((Kashima hesitates, remembering it as well. Perhaps she doesn't make as much sense as she ought to, but it's the first time she's heard about someone coming back...?))

....You really didn't see it? [Her. In the study hall, with the noose around her neck. Everyone did, she thought. What could she say to that?]

H-hey... [She turns around a bit, looking up at Kashima, eyes sparked with concern. She remembered that dreadful time in the cafeteria. Naoto...

Was everything as confusing then as it was now?]

That's not exactly how it went down... but it is really me. I'm here again, like everyone else that played that "game" a while back.

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