"No-" And she's already walking off. "I haven't had anything before you dragged me in here."
Fresh fruit is placed in his hands. Already sliced and ready to eat. "Thank you, Hansol. You really don't have to do all of this for me, but it is appreciated."
He sits back in the chair to let her do her thing. Slowly munching on the fruit and realizing he was a lot hungrier than he had initially thought.
"You know. I have a lot of trust in you, doing this for me. You haven't even told me your vision, and I am content in just letting you work."
The other had been nothing but nice to him since they had first met. A kindred soul in this new world, but one that reminded him of how he was before everything came crashing down. But also- not the same as back then. Hansol showed him a fusion of beliefs. That there was a purpose for doing both the things that were necessary and those that were kind.
"People's heads are gonna turn!" She says with a bright tone. So, as he munched, she sections, snips, and styles his hair.
Snip, snip, snip
brush, brush, brush...
Hansol hums to herself for a moment, and then, after quite some time and careful handling, she claps her hands. "ALRIGHT! I think we're done, Geto!"
She reaches for a handheld mirror and passes it over to him, "What do you think? I layered the cut. You look so handsome!"
















