[ There's no actual way Jean would believe what that shady potion seller is claiming, but right after his outrageous claims, a beautiful young woman with a mysterious vibe and some of that long dark hair he's fond of comes strutting his way, reaching in too close for comfort. Jean feels his heart beating faster for all of one second, until it sinks in that she's holding a pair of scissors.
To his face. What. It doesn't feel like an attack, but he gets ready to defend anyway, because the last place a scissors should be is inching toward a man's face. Then, the innocuous little snip, and a strand of his precious beard hair goes swaying to the ground. He doesn't even know how to react in this situation. It's just so ... bizarre. ] What the hell ...
You snipped my beard. Why ...? [ Can't even process this right now. ]
what is this
To his face. What. It doesn't feel like an attack, but he gets ready to defend anyway, because the last place a scissors should be is inching toward a man's face. Then, the innocuous little snip, and a strand of his precious beard hair goes swaying to the ground. He doesn't even know how to react in this situation. It's just so ... bizarre. ] What the hell ...
You snipped my beard. Why ...? [ Can't even process this right now. ]