The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

Hana didn’t bother to pry into why he asked such a thing, It’s really none of my business anyways. She started humming a playful tune now that it was silent between them, as time went by, his hair looked more neat and appealing. Taking a step behind him, she gazed at his reflection in the mirror, turning her head to the side observantly. She pursed her lips, “Do you want it shorter?” she asked, twirling the pair of scissors in her hand. He was able to see better now, his forehead no longer hidden completely underneath his bangs, but not fully revealed either. She made sure his hair retained some of its fluff and could easily be calmed with a trim.
"No, this is good." He said running a hand through his hair. "Thank you!"
 
“No,” Cam said. “He’s like this... sometimes...”

“Okay, I’ll name them then,” Noah said resolutely. “You’re name is Cowy,” he said, patting the mother. (Are they black? For some reason I have it in my head that these are black Angus.) “And your name is Butter.” Cowy’s daughter huffed in approval at her new name. Cowy conveyed no emotion whatsoever.
Cam bit her lip and gave Kevin a look that said: You must call them by their names as long as Noah’s here.

(Some are black, some are black and white. These two in particular are black and white.)

“Please don-” Kevin tried to say, but it was too late. He grimaced, crossing his arms. Well this is great, He thought, glancing at Cam. No promises, the look he gave her said. “Hey Noah, have you seen the sheep?” He asked, hoping the distraction would make him forget about the names.
 
(Some are black, some are black and white. These two in particular are black and white.)

“Please don-” Kevin tried to say, but it was too late. He grimaced, crossing his arms. Well this is great, He thought, glancing at Cam. No promises, the look he gave her said. “Hey Noah, have you seen the sheep?” He asked, hoping the distraction would make him forget about the names.
“Yes!” Noah said excitedly. “Sheep are sort-of like goats!”
He skipped over to a sheep. (What color are they?)
 
Aella ran her thumbs over Ta's cheeks, amused with having a massive direwolf act like a lap dog towards her. She turned in Ciro's direction with a slight grin, shrugging. "No idea what you're talking about." She told him, though not sounding truthful in the slightest. "I would never do such a thing."
Not a moment later, a handful of grass showered Taquikkar and her. She flinched back, not expecting the ever so peaceful vegetation to suddenly attack her, until she realized that it was actually Ciro's doing. She blinked, sliding her hand out from beneath Ta's head to brush a stray blade of grass off her face, not bothering with her hair or clothes as she tried to figure out why exactly Ciro found the need to pummel her and her peaceful wolf with grass.
She didn't question it, though, and ripped up a handful of grass herself, and flung it directly at Ciro, her confused expression quickly turning into a mischievous grin as she caught on to the point of it.
Ciro made a hardly convincing snort of agreement, and went to retaliate with a reinforced barrage of spindly green missiles. But then his eye happened to catch Kevin's entrance into the yard and his hand guiltily faltered in midair. Destruction of property definitely seemed to be a qualifier for rapid eviction. Besides, there was still the unresolved issue of whose clothes he was wearing.
So he gave the surviving grass a conciliatory pat and turned aside from his path of sin.
But now that the easy outlet for his anxiety had been removed, of course his mind started running, and run it did. "What do you think about this...uh, sickness?" he asked Aella slowly, facing the cloudless sky. "There has to be so much that we do not know. Things that the internet cannot tell us."
 
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"No, this is good." He said running a hand through his hair. "Thank you!"
Hana nodded and smiled, pleased that he liked the finished product. “You’re welcome.” She started to sweep up the floor with the broom she used earlier for her own hair and took the combined hair from the floor and the towel around Kipps shoulders into the wastebasket. “The barbershop is closed for now.” she commented, leaning the broom in the corner of the bathroom, “You think you can put those scissors back where you found them please?”
 
Hana nodded and smiled, pleased that he liked the finished product. “You’re welcome.” She started to sweep up the floor with the broom she used earlier for her own hair and took the combined hair from the floor and the towel around Kipps shoulders into the wastebasket. “The barbershop is closed for now.” she commented, leaning the broom in the corner of the bathroom, “You think you can put those scissors back where you found them please?”
He nodded, wondering if she meant that she was done cutting hair, or if she meant it literally. He hadn't really thought about going to an actual hair dresser, since he didnt currently have any money, and he certainly didn't have any Russian money.

"I guess that means it's shower time. Thanks again." He said smiling as he left the bathroom.
 
Ciro made a hardly convincing snort of agreement, and went to retaliate with a reinforced barrage of spindly green missiles. But then his eye happened to catch Kevin's entrance into the yard and his hand guiltily faltered in midair. Destruction of property definitely seemed to be a qualifier for rapid eviction. Besides, there was still the unresolved issue of whose clothes he was wearing.
So he gave the surviving grass a conciliatory pat and turned aside from his path of sin.
But now that the easy outlet for his anxiety had been removed, of course his mind started running, and run it did. "What do you think about this...uh, sickness?" he asked Aella slowly, facing the cloudless sky. "There has to be so much that we do not know. Things that the internet cannot tell us."
Aella laid her head beside Ta's, listening to Ciro even though her gaze was trained on a pair of songbirds fluttering across the pale sky together. How peaceful they were, and how unaware of the struggles mankind were facing. If only it were the same for us.
"I don't know what to think. It sounds scary, especially if cops are keeping people from even walking on the street." She said after several moments of thinking, one hand reaching over to pet Taquikkar. "And it's a sickness. You can't fight a sickness with swords and knives and fire. You can't control who it infects and when." The thought of it made a sudden rush of anxiety fill her. She had no idea how bad the virus was; what if it got her? What if it got Ciro or someone else from the group?
"And that's scary to think about."
 
He nodded, wondering if she meant that she was done cutting hair, or if she meant it literally. He hadn't really thought about going to an actual hair dresser, since he didnt currently have any money, and he certainly didn't have any Russian money.

"I guess that means it's shower time. Thanks again." He said smiling as he left the bathroom.
Hana watched as Kipp left the bathroom smiling, he definitely looked a lot better without all the excess hair, just like herself. Haircuts work wonders. She grabbed the stool and made her way downstairs to return it with its other seat brethren. It felt good that she was distracted from mourning her grandfather, as she didn’t exactly enjoy being sad, no one did. He still resonated on her mind though, but it wasn’t overwhelming.
 
(Sorry if it's choppy, I wrote it throughout the day, and haven't really been able to concentrate.)

Kipp set the scissors back on the dresser where he'd found them in Kevin's room and made his way to the bathroom. Unlike the hardwood floors in the rest of the house this room had shiny white tiles that covered the floors and went halfway up the walls with a decorative row of tiles where it changed from tile to painted drywall. He'd been hoping that the bath would be just that, a bath, but instead it was a built in tiled shower with a frosted glass door.

He slid the door open to looking inside to see if there might by some random chance be a basin in the shower. There wasn't of course, there was no reason Kevin would need a bowl in the shower.

Kipp reluctantly took off his clothes setting them aside for later, and stepped into the shower, he didn't think he was particularly dirty he'd had no problem using wash basins on Borealis to keep clean. But the tiny slivers of hair had to be washed away or he be itchy.

He tried to keep his wings out of the water as much as he could. Of course, out of the stream of water meant they were shoved up against the walls absorbing the gathering moisture there, completely defeating the purpose of having them spread out. The thick scent of hot wet feathers mixed with the smell of shampoo and soap made the air almost too thick to breathe, and that was enough for him. He was clean enough, and everyone would now have to suffer though the smell of soggy feathers for the rest of the day with him.

Kipp toweled off quickly and put his blue outfit back on. He'd have to figure out something warmer later. That or just walk around with a blanket, that could work too. He didn't know what to do with his towel, he was sure Kevin wouldn't want to wash a million of them, maybe that was something he could do, after all how hard could laundry be? Sure everything was in Russian, but with a washer and dryer you just kinda turn the knobs and pressed buttons till it worked anyway. Of course first he'd have to find the washer and dryer, so far he hadn't spotted them.

He made his way back down the stairs, and started poking around.
 

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