video, un: fireballin

[justwatchmeburn]

[The image of one Yang Xiao Long comes up on screen, but for those of her that know her, there's something obviously off about her. What, exactly? The chunk of golden-colored hair that's currently being held in her fist instead of sitting on her head, is what. What's more, Yang looks absolutely pissed.]

Excuse me... [She seethes through gritted teeth] But does anyone know who has a bug familiar with scissors for hands? I'd like to have words with them.

[She takes a deep breath, and then tries to speak more calmly.]

Also, is there anyone out there that can... [she motions to her hair situation] ...help me even this out? I'm new and not sure if there are any hairstylists in this city I can trust just yet.

[Note that there is now a fiery crater in the middle of a street somewhere.]

Comments

[corruptedsave]

It's hair. It's not like it took off a limb or something.

[Totally unaware of Yang's arm.]

[justwatchmeburn]

[Yang's nostrils flare, and she glares at the screen.]

Yeah, okay, no. We're done. Absolutely done. Have fun with whatever this is, kid.

[corruptedsave]

[They are unphased by the glare! In fact, it eggs them on, because they're still grinning.]

Being amused by your reactions? I sure will.

[justwatchmeburn]

[Yeah, no. Yang isn't going to be replying anymore. Not gonna give this kid any more ammunition.]