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savetheearth2014-01-25 09:26 pm
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[Closed Log]
Who: Barnaby Brooks Jr. and Bakura Ryou
What: Two guys bonding over hair care tips. What? They don't need your permission.
When: Backdated to Monday, January 20th
Where: A local hair salon.
[One of the things Barnaby likes about his job giving employees today off is being able to plan errands and appointments for a weekday when it falls on one. He likes having more options on when and how to schedule things, and not having to deal with too many crowds, and it being a fixed date makes it easy to set up appointments well ahead of time.
Such as one of his bimonthly salon trips. The curls don't maintain themselves, after all, and it's kind of relaxing.
Thanks to the bus schedule, Barnaby ends up with a half hour to burn after his hair appointment. He's not particularly interested in spending the whole time on a bus stop bench, so he settles into the salon's waiting area again, cane propped against his chair. Don't mind him, he'll just be playing Solitaire on his phone.]
What: Two guys bonding over hair care tips. What? They don't need your permission.
When: Backdated to Monday, January 20th
Where: A local hair salon.
[One of the things Barnaby likes about his job giving employees today off is being able to plan errands and appointments for a weekday when it falls on one. He likes having more options on when and how to schedule things, and not having to deal with too many crowds, and it being a fixed date makes it easy to set up appointments well ahead of time.
Such as one of his bimonthly salon trips. The curls don't maintain themselves, after all, and it's kind of relaxing.
Thanks to the bus schedule, Barnaby ends up with a half hour to burn after his hair appointment. He's not particularly interested in spending the whole time on a bus stop bench, so he settles into the salon's waiting area again, cane propped against his chair. Don't mind him, he'll just be playing Solitaire on his phone.]
no subject
Nor would he admit that the reason that he and his grandmother were at the salon was mostly for him. His grandma made a grand excuse, and he could pretend that she had insisted on him getting his own hair tended to before she had hers trimmed. It was one of the many games they played, and one of the many illusions kept between them that both of them knew were just that.
His own hair freshly tended, his grandmother took the chair and Bakura headed for the waiting area, brushing off the few stray white snips that always managed to worm their way through the smock and cling to his hoodie.
He paused, blinking as he spotted the other man sitting there. Wasn't that...?
... the full body glow was clearly not an issue any longer.
He stood a moment before shrugging and going to flop into the chair next to the man. Did he have that guy's number..? He must, he'd flagged him as "Myst guy," he remembered that much.
Swiping across screens he clicked the entry before typing.]]
Look to your left.
[[Now to just hope that he left his phone connected to the network like Bakura did, else he'd need to come up with something different to get his attention with.]]