[ 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. ]
[ this was a good piece of Beard. a fine specimen, yes. she could test them out for lashes, with this fine sort of curve it has to it. without looking at the witch, she continues to examine the hair, mumbling: ]
The Markhor in mittens . . . won't climb to pasture. [ there's your actual answer, but slipping the hair into the cup of her dress' bra, three dips her head; hair falls right between her eyes. big violet eyes. ] What of the hair on your back—?
[ Why is this girl collecting his beard and storing it? He can't think of any reason a person would need a beard hair for. The answer makes even less sense and it just sounds like Three stringing words together.
Jean being anime is fairly hairless when it comes to body hair, unfortunately. ] I'm not giving you anymore hair. You didn't explain to me what you wanted it for.
[ More like, he didn't understand her explanation. ]
[ ahhh. so he doesn't get it (no one usually gets it— except one). the answer to the odd riddle: progress is made through action, but she's not about to explain, no . . . instead, the fae giggles, breathy and dragged. ]
The Markhor wants his grass chewed for him as well . . . I see. [ her fingers, the free ones, begin combing through her sleek locks, staring aimlessly— before the stare is unnervingly directed. ] It's because you don't have hair on your back. Isn't it—?
Are you just stringing words together... [ He doesn't know what to make of this situation. She's just so bizarre, and carries herself in such an unnatural way, that he's starting to wonder if she's on something. ]
Who said that? I've got -- Wait, I don't have to explain myself to you. You're not getting anymore hairs from me. [ He has some light hairs, and he's hoping more start to grow. He has no intention of showing her, especially not if what she wants to do is cut them off. ]
[ she's giggling, soft and breathy while wings flit behind her. ]
You shouldn't dislike your hair . . . It's good hair. On your face and thin or your back. [ honestly, it's fun messing with people too. #justfaethings. ] They will be under my crafting care.
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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. ]
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The Markhor in mittens . . . won't climb to pasture. [ there's your actual answer, but slipping the hair into the cup of her dress' bra, three dips her head; hair falls right between her eyes. big violet eyes. ] What of the hair on your back—?
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Jean
being animeis fairly hairless when it comes to body hair, unfortunately. ] I'm not giving you anymore hair. You didn't explain to me what you wanted it for.[ More like, he didn't understand her explanation. ]
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The Markhor wants his grass chewed for him as well . . . I see. [ her fingers, the free ones, begin combing through her sleek locks, staring aimlessly— before the stare is unnervingly directed. ] It's because you don't have hair on your back. Isn't it—?
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Who said that? I've got -- Wait, I don't have to explain myself to you. You're not getting anymore hairs from me. [ He has some light hairs, and he's hoping more start to grow. He has no intention of showing her, especially not if what she wants to do is cut them off. ]
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You shouldn't dislike your hair . . . It's good hair. On your face and thin or your back. [ honestly, it's fun messing with people too. #justfaethings. ] They will be under my crafting care.
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[ Though, he's been wandering around town for hours and he's feeling quite famished. ]
Unless you're going to offer me something in return, at least.