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"No!" N shouted, refusing to walk inside of the building.
"N..." Hilda muttered, gritting her teeth, "Its just a haircut"
"Yes" N agreed.
"They're not even cutting a lot of your hair!" Hilda argued, "Just a few inches! You've got horrible split ends"
"That's a lot"
"N-"
"-And what if it hurts?!"
Hilda blinked in surprise, "Have you never...gotten a haircut before?"
"No! What if it hurts?"
"Why would it hurt?"
"Because it's attached to me!"
"It doesn't hurt" Hilda assured.
"Yeah right!"
"I can't believe you've never gotten a haircut before..."
"Have you seen my family's hair?" N asked blankly.
"Okay well sue me then..." Hilda sighed. She grabbed N's hand and pulled him inside the hair salon.
It was basically one giant room with a front desk, a small waiting area, and the employee's work stations. Pictures of people with nice hair lined the walls, and hair magazines sat on a coffee table in the waiting area. There were two other customers in the salon, one getting his hair cut, the other sitting in the lobby, reading a magazine with a Growlithe at her feet.
"You'll be fine, N. It doesn't hurt" Hilda assured.
Hilda commanded N to sit down in one of the chairs lining the walls and he obeyed. Hilda went up to the front desk and began talking to the lady behind it.
N slowly stood up in an attempt to escape while Hilda wasn't looking, but she stopped mid-sentence to turn around and tell him, "Stay"
N sat back down in his seat, pouting. The Growlithe snickered. N groaned and threw his head back, hitting his head on the wall.
"Ow..." he groaned quietly.
"N?" Hilda's voice called.
N whipped his head upright, "Yes?"
"C'mon"
N opened his mouth to protest, but Hilda glared at him and he reluctantly trudged over to her. There was now a second lady behind the counter, smiling. She was about twice N's age, she had long, dark, brown hair up in a bun, and a pin keeping her bangs away from her face.
"N? Hi, my name is Lisa! Hilda tells me this is your first haircut?" She chirped.
"Yes..." N muttered.
"Isn't that fun? Well if you'd follow me back to my station we'll get stared!"
Lisa walked to the station closest to the front desk and waved N over to the chair. Hilda reached up and removed N's hat from his head. When N didn't move, Hilda pushed him over to the chair and he sat down.
"You seem nervous, dear" Lisa noted, wrapping a black apron around N's neck.
N turned to Hilda, "Can you hold my hand?"
Hilda giggled, "N...its not bad, really! You'll be just fine"
"So you won't hold my hand?" he asked sadly.
"Of course I'll hold your hand" she said, taking her boyfriend's hand.
"So what're we thinking?" Lisa asked cheerfully.
"Just a few inches" Hilda told her. Lisa nodded.
"Well okay! Let's go wash your hair!"
"We're washing my hair?" N asked.
"Yes" Hilda sighed, "But its the best part!"
"Will you still hold my hand?"
"Of course"
N had to admit, the hair washing part was pretty nice, but that wasn't the part he was worried about. He was more worried about the hair cutting. Would it hurt? Why wouldn't it hurt? It's literally attached to his head! Sometimes when Hilda brushes it (because he never brushes it) it hurts! She said it's just because the brush is pulling on his scalp, but wouldn't it work the same way if it was being cut?
Lisa took a brush and attempted to eat it through N's hair. He didn't ever brush it, so it took her a little while to get all the way through it. Once she was finished, she picked up her scissors and began cutting small portions of N's hair.
"Why doesn't this hurt?" N asked suspiciously as pieces of green hair fell onto the floor.
Hilda giggled, "Oh N, you are such a precious child"
"I'm an adult!"
"Loosely..." Hilda muttered.
"Hey!"
"I love you!" Hilda chirped.
"See? That wasn't so bad!" Hilda said, strolling out of the salon with N.
"Yes of course, you're always right" N said, rolling his eyes and smiling.
"Well of course I'm always right!" Hilda agreed arrogantly.
N laughed and grabbed Hilda's hand, entwining their fingers. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
"I love you~"
(A/N. YALL DIDNT REALLY THINK I WAS GONNA CUT N'S HAIR DID YOU?!
ITS TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BE CUT
EVER
Aaanyways
As with most things I write, I didn't spell check this
So
K thx bai!)
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