Allow me to praise you

#gotta-ramble-on #you take walk ins?#tbh i felt silly writing him washing her hair and touching it #here i am like woah there hands-- don't do anything too sinful now

Taking another sip, Allen’s eyes glance towards the other red head in the room when she makes a unexpected sound. He took note of her covering her face while she looked away, and wondered what was so entertaining to nearly laughed. “Too hot?”

He muses back with an upturned brow, not directly mentioning he caught her in the act. Soon after, the cherry haired client takes a swig of the scalding liquid. Perhaps he spoke too soon.

When the lady noted that she was ready for the next course of action, Allen placed his mug back down and escorted her towards the cleaning station. “Have a seat.” The stylist instructed, as he looked into the cabinets for products to use for that bright, lush, hair. Thankfully he was an expert on that, for they both shared similar hues. Allen turns on the sink and lets the water rise. “ Let me know if the water is too hot or too cold for you, I’d be more than happy to change it. Alright doll- now you need to tilt your neck-- yeah just like that.” Spraying warm water into the clients hair, he is merely rinsing it with his free hand. They say, one of the most intimate things you could do to another is wash their hair.

Well, he tried to not make it appear so-- but he was definitely good with his hand-- massaging the scalp gently but firm. Allen then turns off the water ans squirts a generous shampoo dollop into his hand and begins to proceed washing her hair.

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HE HATES IT. Hands grasp at the edges of a porcelain sink, carefully polished nails digging into the fixture. Amethyst stares on at a reflection he is entirely too familiar with. Amethyst stares on at a mirror that is entirely too covered in water spots for him to properly see himself but clean enough that he knows it remains. It, he thinks.

Hate is a strong word and however liberal in its usage he might have been, such unbridled anger could have never been more than he felt at this very moment. It prickles at the back of his neck. Frustration by any other name and it would still not be enough in any of its degrees to explain the sheer amount of spite that he holds inside of him for that one, peachy and unruly strand that stands out above all the rest ——— ( strand, he says! Strand as if though it were a mere strand and not a tuft ). It curls into a half-heart, mocking all his efforts to make it stay.

No amount of hair care products would make it obey. No amount of water would make it sway. It was an omnipresent annoyance that he fears will never leave him, a ghost from his childhood unto now. He had tried to play nice. He had tried to be patient, but patience was a virtue that Chase was all too lacking of.

And he had grown quite TIRED of putting up with it to say the least.

It should come as no surprise then that he tasks himself with traveling to another small town outwards of no where. Sure, they could have a series of giant bells but for whatever reason they couldn’t have a hairdresser in Harmonica Town? Echo Town opens its doors to him, tourism aplenty ——— ( oh yes, because the allure of cows is oh so charming and lacking back home ). He, however, is unconcerned and makes his way to the salon. Door is nearly thrown ( not merely opened, mind you, but thrown ) from its hinges. “Cut it off.” He begins, a single breath spared before he continues on without missing so much as a single beat.

“Cut it all off.”

#rosieathe #off with your head #I wish i could change the title to that rip #you write so beautifully i #i was trying my best to put something decent together #teach me your beautiful ways honeybuns #allen x broom

Things had been looking up for the stylist lately.

People were stopping by more, and he didn’t have to spend as much time cleaning his salon religiously just because he had nothing better to do. Sweeping away random chunks of locks on the ground, Allen was humming along to a song that was playing on the salon’s speaker. The melody was enchanting. Allen moved his body along to the beat and slow danced with his broom. Getting lost in his little world, he swings himself to the rhythm casually singing the words ‘stand by me’ to his dance partner. Hips swaying back and forth and it goes to a startling halt when the doors slam open.Causing Allen to nearly drop his dear friend to the ground. How could he do such a thing? It’s such a travesty. Turning his attention to the man at the front counter, ( How rude. What did the door ever did to you? ) Allen marches right over towards him. It takes all the effort he could muster to not say: ‘ What? You want to be bald? I’d gladly shave those lovely locks right off your pretty little head, honey buns.’

Unfortunately, he was on the clock right now, and professionalism is ever always the key. Taking a deep breath, Allen finally speaks up to the impulsive redhead with that one in a million, customer service smile! “Welcome! “ He tries to keep up his facade, but then is becoming passive aggressive by the second as he notices the DAMAGE on his poor, sweet, door. Thank goddess for having frames. Twitching his brow, he continues. “And how may I help you?”

So much for things looking up.

Rumor Has It | Allen & Claire

Wow, Claire should have been able to guess that. He seemed like the type of person to be vain enough to care about even other people’s appearances. The blonde nodded in affirmation of Allen’s rhetorical question. She reached for the beer and finished it off before getting another from the man behind the counter. She nodded in thanks to him before turning her attention back to the man beside her.

“Oh, wait. You said Echo Village right? Girl looks a hell of a lot like me, but taller and scrawnier?” Claire looked for some confirmation in his facial expression. “If I’m thinking right, you’re talking about my cousin, Rachel. Funnily enough, we both decided to be farmers. Well, her career choice runs in the family. Mine was a little stupider.” She shrugged her shoulders and took another swig of the beer before continuing.

“Shit, I haven’t talked to her in a while, actually. How’s she doing? Hopefully not fucking up the family farm she inherited…”

#xhiraeth #rumor has it #dang this was longer than i thought #he gettin drunk

He places down his drink down on the coaster gently and turns his attention to Claire. (Especially since she’s heard of Echo, and it’s nothing on his own merit this time.) Allen then takes a good hard look at the blonde, observing her key features and assets. Normally he wasn’t the kind of man to even be slightly crude to take note of things, but once the alcohol kicked in-- he was less stiff and more honest. “Uh...yeah. She’s just as gorgeous as you are, but in her own way.” It was strange though. Looking at Claire and thinking back on his friend in Echo. Rachel was someone he thought rather fondly of, and got along with surprisingly. “There’s nothing stupid about being a farmer, it’s a respectable job.” Allen thought so, it’s tough work.” People need farmers, or else we have to all learn how to hunt and gather things like in prehistoric times.” Allen took note that she wasn’t intentionally going to be a farmer,and perhaps he’d ask her about it some other time. Considering he may actually see her again. Or he could ask Rae, she likes to gab when he does her hair. He snaps out of his thought process when Claire asks about her cousin. Perhaps she underestimates her own cousin, considering her word choice. Allen actually held high regards for Rachel, so this was interesting. “Rachel? Well--” he blinks rapidly before he makes his response. “ S-She’s doing well actually. “ Clears his throat. “Brings more economy back into Echo. It was a mess before she went back there. I respect her a lot, actually.” Even if she is a bit of a floozy.

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You Take Walk-Ins? [Allen & Nami]

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The stylist had an excellent point, even if she wasn’t particularly thrilled to admit it. Nami pursed her lips thoughtfully as she considered this, before adding some extra context to her request:

“What I mean is, I want a lot less hair.”

The coffee machine caught her attention, and she glanced in its direction as though trying to figure out what was making that sound. It took her a moment to remember and mentally register his question enough to answer it. “Oh. Well, yeah. I’ll take the wash if it’s free.” She patted down the side of her head to determine if she really needed a wash - and she probably didn’t really - but come on. Why turn down something free?

“Well, that certainly inspires confidence,” she remarked with muted amusement, leaning back in his chair and looking at herself in the mirror. She tried to imagine herself bald (or at least with some military-esque buzz-cut), picturing the possible eventuality that she was somehow making a mistake to “leave it in his hands” and might need extreme corrective measures. While she took his advice and pondered whether she was totally cool with whatever may come out of this experience, she added:

“Yeah, I’ll take a coffee. Thank you.” Gotta love free things.

#gotta-ramble-on #you take walk ins?#walk walk fashion baby #allen is lowkey jealous that nami could be bokomonos next top model #dude she hot #ok i didnt know how she like her coffee so i wrote it in a way to get the ball moving #come to think on it i think allen changes his style on which he handles his clients

“Alright, gotcha.”

The confirmation is all what he had needed to go with whatever the stylist had in mind to do for his client. Despite her quaint remark. Funny person, ain’t she? He didn’t mind her sense of humor.

Allen began to deep scrubbing his hands with soap as bubbles and suds start growing in the sink. It smelt of peonies. This was a moment where he contemplated in just what course of action to do. Most stylists get nervous when their client isn’t exactly sure what they want-because they didn’t have a relationship with a stranger. How would you know what to do when you don’t have an idea what they like to begin with? At the very least, he knew for certain that whatever it is--short will do.

Perhaps a pixie cut, though he could see them sport just about anything swimmingly well. Her features were a tad bit androgynous, and admittedly he had a tinge of jealousy over that. His client could do runway for sure and it’s a shame she doesn’t even know half of her potential. Well time to make her shine. He turns off the tap and dries his hands in his plush towel. Grabbing a decorative mug, he pours the boiling hot coffee into it. “Do you need any sugars? Cream? Milk?” Allen inquires while he also pours himself a cup of joe as well; personally prefers his own things sweet,then he puts two sugars and cream.

Following her command, he does the task of her preferred coffee choice and brings the drinks back to where the cherry sat. He takes a careful sip out of his mug, before he places it back down on the counter. “Alright, whenever you’re ready-- we’ll go and give you a wash by the hair station.”

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Long Hair, Don’t Care || Minori & Allen

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She stepped into the salon, eyes glancing around as she took the in her surroundings. Before she had a chance to locate the shop’s owner, she had heard a voice call out to her, asking what help she needed. Minori looked to the man, a smile coming to her face as she stepped further into the salon.

“I was wondering if you take walk-ins? I’d like to get my haircut,” she said, pushing a few stray locks from her hair behind her ear. “If you’d need me to make an appointment, that’s okay too!” while it would be ideal to have her hair cut then, she did not mind having to come out to the town once again at a future date.

#reap-the-harvest #long hair don't care #sorry if its too smol

“Of course I do, honey. No need to make an appointment, today’s pretty open.” Much to his business demise it seems. But it’s always slow at this point of the year, it’ll pick up. Eventually. Surely if he were in the big city,the salon there would be too darn crowded and way too busy to give each client the proper attention they deserve. Allen liked Echo, it meant a lot to the stylist. Perhaps it’s cause it was more than a childhood home. “Do you have anything in mind?”

He was full of smiles and pleasantries whilst the stylist inquired. Walking towards the back, he ushered the woman in to her plush seat. “My name’s Allen, by the way. A pleasure to serve ya. What’s yours, pretty lady?” Pulling out the apron, he airs it, and then wraps it around the brunette. Examining her hair, he can tell it’s in good health. “ You have lovely locks, it’s pretty healthy. So are you getting a trim? Or--”

Whoopsie Daisy [Luna/Allen]

Alright, now she’s really flustered. Princess? (Princess was right, by the way, thank you very much, handsome stranger. It’s just– It’s just– Whatever.)

Trying her best to mask her emotions, she lets on a smile in response, feeling rather pleased by the bow, however mildly over the top it can come off as to some people.

❝ It’s hardly attractive, and pretty much the opposite of graceful, though. ❞

For a moment she merely blinks in his direction, trying once more to size him up. Was… he just teasing her? Her lips purse with indecision before she rocks back and forth on her heels.

❝ Nope! I always get dolled up for myself first. Date or no date. Although… ahem. There is no date today. Surprisingly. ❞

#petitellune #whoopsie daisy #allen stop flirting the cute lady #STaaap

“And does that mean you’ve fallen from grace?”

A smirk looms on his beautiful face along with his retort. This was mildly amusing to the stylist, and this girl was filled with an array of expressions he would like to pick and pull at some point. At the very least, play with her hair. He makes a dismissive wave from his tease, “I kid, I kid- though someone as cute as you looks like a falling angel. “His blue eyes matched hers. He too, was sizing her up. “Anyways doll- It’s a shame no one is around to enjoy your presence.But you’re a lady who does things for herself, I like it. You sure seem like you know how to stand on your own two feet.” Allen was surprisingly being half serious about that, despite the irony. Confidence is a rather nice thing to see nowadays. “Well it was nice to see you, miss--” Allen always had a few business cards in his pocket as his smooth hands pick up one to hand her. “ I run a salon back in Echo, so if you’re ever interested in getting your hair done- i’d be more than happy to serve you.” The redhead makes another mini bow, before he decides to depart. “I plan to get some pumpkin spices at the stand now, so I must bid you adieu- little lady--of course, you’re more than welcome to join me if you so wish.”

Rumor Has It | Allen & Claire

“Nice to meet you, Allen.” Claire elected to ignore his attempt at smooth talking her and continued to eat before answering his question. She gave him an “are you serious” type expression, one eyebrow raised incredulously. She looked down at her overalls and flannel shirt, then looked up at him again.

“… I’m a farmer.” Was this guy all beauty and no brains? Sometimes you only get one or the other, it seemed. She took another sip of her drink, downing it until there was less than half left. “How about you?” He seemed like someone who would do something pretentious or church-sermon-worthy.

#xhiraeth #rumor has it #SORRY THIS KINDA WENT LONGER???#but i think the alcohol is kicking in his honesty and #his brain is like #one blonde...two blonde...wait why am i talking bout home #huh

He raises a hand to the bartender in requests for another drink. Honestly, he shouldn’t try to get one more--for Allen wasn’t sure how in control he would be if he were to get drunk. Not that he lacked control really, it’s just whatever comes out of his mouth may not be so nice. It didn’t take long for him to tell that his company wasn’t wanted. He isn’t the kind of person to eat his pride and walk away unless it was necessary. Allen still had a meal to be finished, a well done one in fact. Another spoonful of pumpkin pudding, the savory spices were excellent. “Is that so?” retorts Allen, taking another sip of his drink. It’s not like it wasn’t blatantly obvious to begin with (it was, but he did tried to not make immediate presumptions of people, regardless their covers may be.)-- but the professional was decent at small talk. He had to be of course. “I’m a stylist for my salon. I run a shop back out in Echo. It’s a small town like here as well, but I like it. It’s charming, I say.” He means those words, perhaps the alcohol was kicking in already. But thinking on it some more, she nearly looked the same like the blonde farmer back home. Rachel? He adjusts his glasses then turns his eyes to face hers. “Come to think on it...you--you look a lot like someone I know from back home.They’re very nice.” And more friendly to people--but he wasn’t gonna put his foot in his mouth for that.

Of stitches and lace || [Allen x Yuri]

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This was disconcerting. She was well aware that Allen had come to her store one too many times without a purchase in sight. What in the world could be running through his head? It must have been rather complicated in and of itself. Yet she had the prickly sensation that she had been the one to blame for his insistent window-shopping. It wasn’t, in anyway, intentional—or at least she hoped to the Goddess she hadn’t developed some silent vendetta against the man from the brief interactions she had had recently.

No, it wasn’t that. Rather, the first time he had come in, she left for the back room a little too abruptly. Without telling him why. Now, her true resolve was to bring out a few outfits and accessories that would have suited him better than the outfits she had up front. Of course, they were still experimental, so she kept them in the back. But—as soon as she came out with them, he had left.

The second time (amongst more than just a second time), he just ran off without explanation. Since he did it just as often as her, she felt the guilt wane just mildly. Just slightly. It was still her job after all, and she certainly was making herself the fool here. And she swore there was one time when he came when she was on her break; her mother was working. Her mother was working! Why couldn’t he have purchased it then? Her mother kept her lips sealed. (The one time she resembled her—hm…)

She had gone to pick up a package from home, another bundle of accessories and embroidery samples from one of her city connections. With that package in hand, she came in from the back door and was about ready to settle down when she realized that there was an extra head of red locks in the Patchworks. Not curly. Not her mother. Blinking, she came to the conclusion that she was not just seeing things. Allen had arrived yet again to… window shop. Again.

…

Well it was now or never.

Quietly sifting through her pieces as quickly as she could, she pulled quite a few selections out that she had been collecting since the last few times he had come over. These suited him even better than whatever was up front at the moment. She had [hangers] upon [hangers] of [suitable outfits] crunched in both her fists. Pacing straight towards him, right past her mother, she raised all the hangers clenched in her hands bluntly towards him. She had no consideration that this approach might have been a little too forward.

“…Here. Allen. These are a few pieces that suit you.”

No hello? No warm welcome? The marketing etiquette was out the window. And what was worse was that she didn’t even notice that all he wanted was a pair of socks.

Great.

#patchwip #of stitches and lace #sorry yuri that u made him laugh his ass off

While he was staring at this cashmere pair of star covered socks, he turns his attention towards to notice the tiny tailor adorned with an overabundance of clothes. Sure, some pieces were totally his fashion tastes but-- wasn’t this way too much? Allen was about to open his mouth to greet her himself- but then she bluntly just- embarrassingly so- makes such a statement he couldn’t help but burst out in rounds of laughter dropping the socks back down to the floor. This was indeed, far too entertaining for the redhead. Amusingly so. “Bwahahaha-ah-haha!!” This nearly brought him into tears just watching this little weasel being a coat rack. Emma was right, she did need some assistance. After moments of trying to compose himself, he wipes a tear from his eye. “Oh phew-- Well hello there, Yuri. How are you doing?” He was trying his damnest to stifle another chuckle, covering his mouth. His plastered grin was painted there, thank goddess for perfectionist levels of service. It seemed so hard to help himself not to laugh, but he’ll be good. At least he’ll try. Eyeing closely to the clothes in her arms, Allen attempted to relieve the stress of the copious amounts of clothes on it by grabbing some for himself. He examined several outfits with a pleased eye. Astonished that this little mouse knew what his tastes were. Did she read minds or something? “I- uh-” he rapidly blinks to his staggered amazement. “ Thanks. I like these kinds of fashion, how did--” Turning his head, he makes eye contact with the girl before him. He never knew her eyes were so bright, it was kinda cute-- “-- you know?”

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A burst of giggles escapes from Yue, and she attempts to cover her outburst with a hand in front of her face. “ A pleasure to meet you too. ♪ Oh yes, broom fleek, the next mop top! ”

She watches around curiously as Allen prepares, making note of all the high-end products. Well, if she had any doubts about her hair being in good hands before, they had all left. Everything in the salon looked pristine – and expensive. “ That’s fine, it usually grows back pretty quickly anyways… An inch will work! I did wash it this morning… but it was a quick Inn-room shower so uhm… I’m not sure actually, what do you think? ” While Yue had some semblance of an idea on what she was doing when it came to her hair, the opportunity to talk to a professional was not one she usually had and she planned to take full advantage of it.

“ We don’t really have anyone who specializes in hair where I’m from, so it’s certainly exciting to be here. ♪ I feel like my hair needs the pampering. ”

#swapticket #snip snip #broom san notices u

Damn this raven haired starlet was adorable. Allen preps himself by getting his supplies laid out on his workstation. It was surprisingly ritzy looking in this quaint town of Echo, with a border of light-bulbs surrounded around the mirror for all to see. There was logic to that, for all who would stare into their own reflection would feel like a star. That’s what he had in mind at least, he wasn’t too sure that everyone would see his intentions for his choices--but there are some things people don’t quite catch on. It’s always fascinating to the stylist to learn how each clientele's hair works- so this grows quickly,huh? That’s nice to know-- He tries his best to take note of it. Examining it more closely, he then proceeds to tell her the next best course of action. “Well-- looking at this--I think what would keep it’s shine lasting longer is if I put deep conditioner treatment to it. Your hair is very lovely, I must say. I believe even the broom is jealous of your radiance! “ The redhead chuckles as he adjusts his slipping frames. “If you don’t mind another wash, I could take you to the sink if you so wish.”

[Payroll]

+ 2000G for Salon work

+ 1000G for bio/hearts/spreadsheets -100G for raffle 5,400G Total

#hs:activity #hs:money #(( actually i dont know if i spent a 100 or 500 on allen for the raffle ))

Rumor Has It | Allen & Claire

Claire finished a bite of her food and took another sip of her drink before responding. “My name is Claire, Claire Hanson.” She gives the inn owner a knowing look that let him know Claire would definitely be covering her own tab. Like hell she was going to let some random guy pay for her. She could pay for herself.

“What’s yours?” Claire took another bite of food, awaiting his reply. To be honest, he looked like someone who would have a stupidly fancy name and be real damned proud of it, too. Maybe it was just the confidence he exuded, or the way he dressed, but Claire figured he was that type.

#xhiraeth #rumor has it #spicy siracha is gonna be ur new nickname maybe #tw: alcohol

So spicy. This woman seems to belong in a different league of her own. How...interesting. He adjusts his frames as she eats. Mayhaps he should focus on finishing his food. “Allen Joules, in the flesh.” He gives a pathetic wink whilst he gets a cup of drink from the bartender and drinks it down as fast as he could. “It’s my pleasure to meet you, Claire.” Oof. That gave a slight burn down his throat. But he didn’t want to seem too much of a wuss to some lady. He could definitely hold down his liquor, totally. “So...what do you do for a living?” He asks her, it’s probably obvious that she’s likely to be a farmer. At least judging by her attire.

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“ I’d like to think so. ♪ ” Yue responded to the compliment with a rather cheeky grin, already fond of the stylist. The wink did catch her by surprise though, was he flirting? No, not with her – that couldn’t be right.

While the reason for her visit wasn’t centered by his shop, Yue wasn’t about to say that and ruin a good thing. Being a good business woman also meant having good relations with other business owners, connections made the world go round. “ Well, seeing as I’ve always done my own hair… I’d say you have a pretty good chance of that. ”

“ Oh! My name is Yue. ” Her gaze turned to the broom in question, giving a small giggle as she responds. “ Well, I must say, that brooms bristles look amazing! I must know his stylist. ” She beamed a grin towards the man, content with her own joke. Following his lead towards the chair, Yue nestled comfortably in the seat, biting the side of her cheek in thought. What style was she aiming for? A tough question. “ Well, I might need some general upkeep… But other than that… Something stylish but easy to maintain? I’d like to try and look my best always… but traveling so much can be a pain on time and preparation.”

#swapticket #snip snip #yue vs allen-- they both will be fighting over broom san

This dolly was really good at stroking the stylist’s ego. It could probably keep him in high spirits for over a week or so. Or pop, eventually. “Pleasure to meet’cha Yue- Oh I know, don’t these bristles look on fleek? It’s the latest trend nowadays in high fashion. Broom fever.” Obviously he was joking around back, for he had an appreciation to her jokes. Especially well done ones from such a cutie. While she was sitting down, the stylist grabs an apron to air it out. It makes loud ‘fwooshing’ sounds. Allen wraps the fabric around her, and he listens intently to her thoughts with a grand smile on his face. Yue’s hair was rather long, and he immediately decided to pop the question if she needs to cut it short or not. “How much do you want to cut off? By looking at this, a 1 inch trim would do in ridding any split ends. Your hair is healthy, which is good. Did you needed a wash?” It was a routine of him to ask so many questions, but he tried to make things special for each client that comes in the door. The hair on one’s head is a rather personal, and important aspect for many. So to trust this stylist with getting up close and intimate with your hair-- he wants to make sure he does it right.

Whoopsie Daisy [Luna/Allen]

Oof! Luna blinks up at the sky– or at least she expects to see the sky, but is greeted by a handsome face with blue eyes. She blinks another time, and another, suddenly utterly embarrassed.

Really, what could be considered worse? Falling flat on her bum, or getting caught like some clumsy ditz by someone attractive? And with that comment, she’s not even sure what to tackle first. (Because he does hit the nail on the head with that last tidbit– she really would’ve been in tears– but that doesn’t mean she has got to admit to it.)

He spins her easily, and ugh, its charming. Darn it, her face is probably red by now.

❝ I-I just tripped, okay! And do these boots look like they have shoelaces to you? ❞

She sticks out a booted foot, showing it off this way and that. Better to distract him with that and keep the attention off her heated face. He had caught her, and he had complimented her too. So…

Luna cleared her throat.

❝ But, um… yeah, thanks for catching me. It’s not like I’m this clumsy on a daily basis, you know. ❞