Why? So you could fight me on it, and then we'd get fuckin' no where? Pass.
[But at least Sun's settling, so Guzma gets to work, combing through the kid's long hair, not being particularly gentle when and if he finds a knot. Look, he might know what he's doing, but he'd never make it as a hairdresser due to roughness.]
To answer your question, though...yeah, me and Plum—[His hands pause when he says her name, his chest suffering from a painful throb as he thinks about her, but ultimately he continues.]—we helped with some of the grunts' hair at times. Ain't like our lot was welcomed at them salons, but I guess that was for a good reason, huh?
[Sun rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he leans his arms on the back of the toilet to try to get comfy again. Clearly if Guzma just said something Sun could of wet his own hair, but here he is sitting with his shirt partially wet now. He doesn't complain as Guzma brushes through his hair or even when he's rough with the few knots hidden in his hair.
He listens as Guzma answers his question though, taking note of the pause on Plumeria's name. Right, she had disappeared from here recently, didn't she? That was the whole reason Guzma had started dropping in at his place after all. Hm.]
Yeah, prolly. I imagine they'd just make a mess of the place and try to get a haircut for free, huh?
[Sun makes a sound of acknowledgement regarding the grunts. He wouldn’t call them being horrible shits great, but he got that Guzma had different standards.
He glances back to level a stare at Guzma’s scissor threat. A sort of ‘you wouldn’t dare’, before giving him one last dismissive wave and settling again.]
Fine. But I gotta say, this service stinks! If you cut an ear off, I’ll have to go to your manager!
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[But at least Sun's settling, so Guzma gets to work, combing through the kid's long hair, not being particularly gentle when and if he finds a knot. Look, he might know what he's doing, but he'd never make it as a hairdresser due to roughness.]
To answer your question, though...yeah, me and Plum—[His hands pause when he says her name, his chest suffering from a painful throb as he thinks about her, but ultimately he continues.]—we helped with some of the grunts' hair at times. Ain't like our lot was welcomed at them salons, but I guess that was for a good reason, huh?
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[Sun rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he leans his arms on the back of the toilet to try to get comfy again. Clearly if Guzma just said something Sun could of wet his own hair, but here he is sitting with his shirt partially wet now. He doesn't complain as Guzma brushes through his hair or even when he's rough with the few knots hidden in his hair.
He listens as Guzma answers his question though, taking note of the pause on Plumeria's name. Right, she had disappeared from here recently, didn't she? That was the whole reason Guzma had started dropping in at his place after all. Hm.]
Yeah, prolly. I imagine they'd just make a mess of the place and try to get a haircut for free, huh?
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[To him and Plumeria. For everyone else? Ehhhh...]
Anyway, I'm gonna start, so don't move. Unless you ain't mindin' losing an ear.
[With scissors in hand, he does two warning snips of the scissors in the air to emphasize his point.]
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[Sun makes a sound of acknowledgement regarding the grunts. He wouldn’t call them being horrible shits great, but he got that Guzma had different standards.
He glances back to level a stare at Guzma’s scissor threat. A sort of ‘you wouldn’t dare’, before giving him one last dismissive wave and settling again.]
Fine. But I gotta say, this service stinks! If you cut an ear off, I’ll have to go to your manager!
[It’s a poor joke, but whatever.]
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[He leans in, so his face is right next to Sun's own, glancing at him outta the corner of his eye.]
I am the manager. Tough shit, huh?
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Above the manager then!
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[Kid PLS.]
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