Important Haircut (Valcrist/Isabel)
Dec 8, 2011 8:45:38 GMT -6
Post by Valcrist on Dec 8, 2011 8:45:38 GMT -6
"Ah, oh good." He put his hand to his chest and let out a deep breath. "I thought you'd punch me or something." Why he thought she'd punch him for a gift.... He wasn't good at gifts. He was happy she liked it, really, not the kind of false nervous happy act that he put on most of the time when he really wanted to huddle in the corner and pull out all of his hair. It may have dented his wallet, but it was more then worth it, he liked giving people gifts. It was usually a weapon he forged though, like he has done for... well... several people now that he thought of it. No wonder he was always broke.
He was much more relaxed, much happier now. "Yes it has, I think I enjoy afternoons like this. First time I've had the chance to talk to, well, anyone in what feels like months. Plus I got a haircut." He ruffled his hair a bit, thinking about how weird it felt and how light his head was. Oh... he kinda missed his old hair, but it was for the best. No more brushing, or washing. No more accidentally burning it in the fire and having the whole forge smell like burnt hair. No more twigs, and no more getting it caught on things and pulling at his head. He looked a lot less like Kenshin now... but a lot more like Valcrist.
"Hey there." He called to the owner again, who had wondered off and probably grooming his incredible mustache or something. Atleast he didn't have to get shaves from an ogre. "I'd like to buy... uh..." He took the clothes from Isabel. "This, all of this."
"Another scarf, eh? Blue and orange, matching colors, am I right?"" He said with a raised brow, chuckling to his self.
"I suppose, yeah." Whoosh, the sound of Valcrist missing the point.
"That'll be..." He looked at the clothing, appraising it with an expert eye. A jacket, a shirt, a scarf, a pair of shoes, and some trousers. "About 150 gold." Yeesh, expensive. He dig out the coin, frowning as he parted with it. He had now officially made his self broke once more. It was worth it though, in the end, in his opinion.
"Alright alright..." He wanted to go change into them, but wasn't sure he should right now. Still, Isabel would probably want to see the fruit of her labor. Taking this poor street urchin and making him absolutely fabulous. "Do you have somewhere I can change?" The man pointed his thumb at a room behind him. "Thanks. I'll be right back."
He scurried away, into the little room separated from the majority of the store. His face grew bright red as he slowly undressed from the old green and somewhat tight jacket. He knew no one could see him, but still he was in a public place. He couldn't help but feel ridiculously embarrassing over it all. Hrm, the shirt was nice and thick. Warm too, and soft. The jacket he threw over his shoulders, and the trousers he slipped on. This would be the first time he's ever worn shoes, he's always had sandals. Even in Ilia. He shuddered at the memory. All in all, it fit, quite well actually. He was impressed Isabel could guess his size from a glance, which was a good thing since he just bought all of this and if it hadn't fit that would be horrible.
Bundling up his old, green clothing, he put it in his bag. He couldn't just trash it, maybe he could donate it or something. Finally it was the scarf, and... erm... how... how do you scarf. Oh well, he'll figure it out eventually. He left the room, scarf hanging around his neck like an untied tie. He could of looked in the mirror, but to be honest any time he did he was buried in self pity. He'd have to take her word on it. "Um... How does it look? Do I need to go smash my face against a building again?"
He was much more relaxed, much happier now. "Yes it has, I think I enjoy afternoons like this. First time I've had the chance to talk to, well, anyone in what feels like months. Plus I got a haircut." He ruffled his hair a bit, thinking about how weird it felt and how light his head was. Oh... he kinda missed his old hair, but it was for the best. No more brushing, or washing. No more accidentally burning it in the fire and having the whole forge smell like burnt hair. No more twigs, and no more getting it caught on things and pulling at his head. He looked a lot less like Kenshin now... but a lot more like Valcrist.
"Hey there." He called to the owner again, who had wondered off and probably grooming his incredible mustache or something. Atleast he didn't have to get shaves from an ogre. "I'd like to buy... uh..." He took the clothes from Isabel. "This, all of this."
"Another scarf, eh? Blue and orange, matching colors, am I right?"" He said with a raised brow, chuckling to his self.
"I suppose, yeah." Whoosh, the sound of Valcrist missing the point.
"That'll be..." He looked at the clothing, appraising it with an expert eye. A jacket, a shirt, a scarf, a pair of shoes, and some trousers. "About 150 gold." Yeesh, expensive. He dig out the coin, frowning as he parted with it. He had now officially made his self broke once more. It was worth it though, in the end, in his opinion.
"Alright alright..." He wanted to go change into them, but wasn't sure he should right now. Still, Isabel would probably want to see the fruit of her labor. Taking this poor street urchin and making him absolutely fabulous. "Do you have somewhere I can change?" The man pointed his thumb at a room behind him. "Thanks. I'll be right back."
He scurried away, into the little room separated from the majority of the store. His face grew bright red as he slowly undressed from the old green and somewhat tight jacket. He knew no one could see him, but still he was in a public place. He couldn't help but feel ridiculously embarrassing over it all. Hrm, the shirt was nice and thick. Warm too, and soft. The jacket he threw over his shoulders, and the trousers he slipped on. This would be the first time he's ever worn shoes, he's always had sandals. Even in Ilia. He shuddered at the memory. All in all, it fit, quite well actually. He was impressed Isabel could guess his size from a glance, which was a good thing since he just bought all of this and if it hadn't fit that would be horrible.
Bundling up his old, green clothing, he put it in his bag. He couldn't just trash it, maybe he could donate it or something. Finally it was the scarf, and... erm... how... how do you scarf. Oh well, he'll figure it out eventually. He left the room, scarf hanging around his neck like an untied tie. He could of looked in the mirror, but to be honest any time he did he was buried in self pity. He'd have to take her word on it. "Um... How does it look? Do I need to go smash my face against a building again?"