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

[roseeclair]

Pfft, yeah, fair I guess. [A shrug of her shoulders.] Just seems like as good a time as any. Then again, it's not like I've really had a relationship before.

[justwatchmeburn]

It's alright. I'll figure out how to tell her, at the right time, and my own way.

[A beat.]

... Wasn't this going to be about my hair?

[roseeclair]

Oh right! Haha, I mean... aren't you supposed to vent about stuff like that while getting your hair done?

[Mako you're not even working on her hair...]

[justwatchmeburn]

I think that'd require you to be working on it, first.

[Said in good humor, so she hoped it didn't read as an actual admonishment.]