• Keeps holy water in spray bottle

“Good lord protect us---” Katsu said to Barry, rolling his eyes, before being cut off.

The bell at the front door jangled, and the door spewed a customer. A customer with olive skin, curly black hair, a thick beard of the same colour, a white tank top, and red pants. He nodded at Katsu, who leaned back on the counter in the centre of the room. Katsu, looking like a band roadie with black shirt, black jeans, and an apron with a front pocket full of miscellaneous junk.

“You guys got a spot for me?” he asked, taking his shades off and letting his green eyes pierce Katsu.

Katsu looked around the empty room, save for them, with empty chairs and mirrors plastered side by side running the length of the whole room.

“Yeah, we’ve got room. Why don’t you just pick wherever works for you and I’ll be with you in a bit.”

The customer nodded and walked off, choosing a seat in the far corner. Katsu reached behind the counter for a clear bag with a number of hairdressing tools inside. Katsu glanced at Barry, bald and with a similar complexion to the customer, albeit with muddy blue eyes.

“I don’t think so,” Katsu said, dumping the bag into his

“Are you sure? He just seems…off. And he doesn’t seem zooted.”

Katsu shook his head. “If I end up wasting the water on this guy then it’s on you.”

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The hairdresser flicked open the scissors, studying the sharp point at the end and the neck of the customer.

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The hairdresser looked at the half-full spray bottle.

“Hang on, I’m out of water,” he said, “I have to go get a new one.”

“Alright,” the customer said, more focused on studying his hair in the mirror from every angle.