Not a Barber [ Complete ] Who: Hanatarou (naoseru) and Kazu (heisspeedracer) What: ... Make-over. .... Yeah. When: Evening. Where: Yamada's room. Warnings: Weeeee'll have to see.
Good thing the work day was cut sort, or Kazu wasn't sure he'd go through with things. Traveling the streets had become a chore; partly because of the fact he had to keep track of two slowly-freaking-out Akitos, mostly because it took a bit to convince his mind that what he saw wasn't real. Because that wasn't some bloody mess sitting on 9th street, that was his brain, going slowly insane from the four hours of rest and Aeon's party.
At least he'd had a good excuse to get away from that. ... Well, he'd planned it, but-- Spitfire jumping out of a cake wearing... whatever, was one thing he never wanted to see again.
But! That wasn't the point! Mikura blinked open his eyes, squinting a bit as he passed by various doors in the Hotel. Where was it... where was it... Aha! Pulling up sort, Kazu knocked out of pure habit. And the fact he... didn't quite tell Yamada what he was doing.