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[addybryant]

location: a small shop that used to be a hair salon in the town square area date: mid July ish  time: honestly any she would prob be there all day for anyone to show up availability: open @thecatastrophicstarters​

Addy started cutting her own hair in middle school. She had wanted to get bangs and her mother had told her not to so Addy did them herself after watching a few youtube videos. Her best friend helped her and it was the start of Addy not going to a salon and just trying to cut and dye her hair herself after that. It didn’t always turn out great at first. Addy had fried her hair with bleach so she could make it the perfect shade of bubblegum pink more then once.

Eventually she got better at it. Good enough that her brother closest to her age had him do his once and then Addy started just doing everyone’s in the families after that. Addy is pretty sure if she hadn’t wanted to follow in her fathers foot steps from the day she could walk her second choice would have been cosmetology school.

Addy got permission from a council member to use the old hair salon a while back. Addy first just planned to go in and use what she could to cut her own hair. Instead she found herself propping the front door open and hanging one of those old open signs up. She knew she couldn’t be the only person in town who wanted a hair cut and Addy was sure enough of her skills to offer the service to anyone else in town who would happen to walk in.

[aidenabishop]

You Smile, I Smile

There’s that familiar silence that culminates the loft when the typing to his phone is silenced. All it takes is the patter of his sock covered feet moving across one side of the loft to the other before the thump comes as he sits on his bed, reaching for the laptop he left at the foot of his bed. Everything may seem all calm and relaxed but within the insides of Aiden’s chest, there’s that familiar warmth that he feels lighting up in flames just at the mere thought of not only seeing Jamal but hearing his voice in what feels like ages. 

His fingers scratch against the mere two-day stubble against his chin and he can’t help but smile over the words Jamal had spoken not even days ago. How he’d love Aiden with or without the facial hair and maybe it’s not that big of a deal, but it makes Aiden feel like a kid again, giddy over a school crush liking his new haircut. Grabbing at the laptop with both hands before readjusting himself against the headboard, Aiden wastes no time to sign into his Skype and he’s now biting down on his bottom lip. It’s not like he’s nervous at all, no, nothing like that. It’s just. He never realizes how much he misses Jamal until it’s moments where he’s either left to struggle to fall asleep at night or has these moments where he remembers just how many days it’s been since he’s last seen his boyfriend. Aiden wastes no time at all and the moment that he takes count of the green ‘available’ status, Aiden’s pressing Jamal’s name and clicking for a call.