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She Gets a Haircut Every June

If there was anything to say about Sherry, it was that once something got into her head, she certainly didn't let it go until it was finished. She'd found herself a new hiding spot (though not specifically hidden, as she'd made sure to say something to her parents about it) in the city at a small building that didn't seem to have one extraordinary purpose or another. It had walls and a dumbwaiter, doors and a floor, two stories. It was perfectly functional for holing herself up in and studying, or reading, or whatever little growing girls did alone when they didn't want to be bothered.

She'd spread out a bit of old paper, and sat herself in the middle of it, frowning at the pair of scissors she'd found in Possessions (what? It wasn't like she'd not seen other people rummaging through things that weren't theirs. At least she'd promised to return the scissors to Stacy when she was done). So, she was really going to do it, wasn't she?

Sherry brushed her hair out carefully, her nose twitching as the long bangs slipped past and tickled. A look in the hand mirror told her exactly what she already knew; her hair was growing quickly, just like the rest of her. It brushed her shoulders and fell just past her chin.

"Okay," she breathed and picked up her scissors. "It's just a little bit. Not as though I'm going to shave myself bald." Boy, but wouldn't that be more efficient?

Snip.

Snipsnipsnip.

Snipsnipsnipsnipsnip.

At least this wasn't too hard; Sherry already had a good idea of where her bangs were. But why wasn't this line straight like the other one?

Oh well.

Snipsnipsnipsnipsnipsnipsnip.

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Claire didn't have any particular reason to be seeking Sherry out, beyond her being her kid, and Claire not actually having anything better to do at the moment. Which, really, was enough in her book to go poking her nose into the abandoned building Sherry had mentioned (and she'd located with a little help from Stacy).

"Sherry, sweetie? You in here?" She headed in without an invite, although she felt the making her presence known was enough, looking around a little before she found her daughter. Sitting on the floor with scissors and uneven bangs. Oh dear. "What're you doing, honey?"

Sherry looked up, from between chunky, uneven bangs (lopsided, really, as though she'd cut on a slope) and grinned sheepishly. "I was fixing my bangs, Mom," she replied plainly as though that was the most obvious answer.

"...But it doesn't want to even out," she added with a grumble.

"Yeah, it's kinda hard to do it yourself," Claire couldn't help but laugh a little, heading over to sit down in front of Sherry, crossing her legs underneath her and holding a hand out for the scissors.

"Want me to fix it?"

"Yes, please," Sherry said, with the sinking realization that it probably wouldn't have evened out until she had those ugly, too-short kind of bangs that only space aliens seemed to wear in old movies. "They were driving me crazy, and kept getting in my face during class with Mr. Master Chief." Wait, that sounded weird. "Mr. Chief? Master Chief... well, you know who I mean."

She really didn't have any idea how her mother could bear to have such long bangs.

Years of learning to tolerate them. Also the part where boys felt compelled to brush your hair behind your ear when it fell in your face wasn't half bad, either.

Claire set to work on Sherry's bangs, smiling a little while she measured the length with her fingers, evening it out carefully.

"I'd noticed it was getting kinda long. What possessed you to try to do it yourself, though?"

Tolerate? Something that annoying? You were looking at the wrong child, Mom.

"Just to do it, I guess." Sherry was careful to not move her head when she shrugged. "I wanted to see if I could, but, I guess I can't," she sighed and tugged on a bit of hair that brushed her shoulders. "At least, not evenly." How did hairdressers do it? Did beautician school come with a pair of scissors with a level in them?

"I did research it, though! And finding the scissors took a little longer than I expected."

Leon was leaning on the door jamb, looking at the two. And his lineface looked closer to a smile.

"It's never as easy as it looks, sweetheart," he finally stated. "Maybe you should go for a buzz cut, or something."

She was about to answer when Leon spoke up from the door jamb, and she glanced in his direction, wisely pausing in her cutting of their daughter's bangs to throw Leon an amused look.

"I think she'd probably rock a mohawk better."

Sherry made a face at those options, "Too much work." Her tongue caught a stray, clipped hair and her expression turned into one of grossed out confusion as she turned her head to get rid of the oral intruder.

"Phhhhhhbt phhhbbbt. Augh, gross!"

Leon just shook his head a bit, but didn't bother to hide his grin.

"Maybe we should just shave her bald. Though, then I wouldn't be able to make her flail when I muss up her hair."

"I think she'd just consider that a plus," Claire turned back to look at Sherry, reaching out to ruffle her bangs a little, waiting for the girl to stop sputtering.

"Stray hair?"

"Yes," Sherry managed when the hair was removed. "And I don't want to be bald! I like my hair, I just don't... like it in my way," and even less when she finally brushed it right and someone (No names, Leon) come up behind her to mess it up.

Her father really needed a new morning ritual. Maybe he could go ruin Dr. Sera's hair instead. Sherry puffed her cheeks out at her parents in consternation.

Leon was not going to touch Luis' hair. Ever.

But he was going to go over and kiss Sherry on her puffed out cheeks.

"Just don't try to cut your own hair again, or else we much have to cut all your hair off and start growing it all over again."

Claire held the scissors clear when Leon came over, smiling and watching the exchange, laughing a little at cutting all Sherry's hair off and nodding her head.

"Fortunately it does always grow back. Still if we can avoid a total disaster we may as well, hm?"

Sherry made a face at her father before focusing on her mother. Maybe her mother was right and she should've just practiced before attempting it on herself. Next time, she would use Vega ~~it wasn't like anyone would be able to tell the difference.~~

"Yes," she agreed placidly with Claire. "But it was a desperate situation."

"It wasn't that bad," he told her. "Though..." He paused for a moment, then smirked a bit and shook his head.

"I'd tell you to come and talk to us first, which you should do, but I'm starting to think you inherited your mothers willingness to dive headfirst into things without looking."

"Hey!" Despite the fact that that was absolutely true, Claire rolled her eyes at Leon, tilting her head to the side. She waved the scissors in her hand at Leon, her mouth twisting into a slight smile.

"I'm not the only one in this family that can be impulsive."

Sherry smothered a giggle with her hand and squirmed out of the way of her parents. "It really was that bad. I'm your daughter, not your sheepdog. Anyway, maybe it's impulsiveness by osmosis?" ~~Or, "I LEARNED IT FROM WATCHING YOUUUUUUU~!"~~

Something told her it would be very, very wise to move out of the way of her parents.

Yes, Sherry, it might be wise to move.

"Well, your brother is also impulsive," Leon added towards Claire, then looked at Sherry. "So, however you got it, it definitely came from that side of the family."

Because Leon is not impulsive or has ever made rash decisions or gone in blind or anything at all. Except for all the times he has, but those don't count!

"Do you want me to actually start listing off all the times you've done stupid things without thinking? Because I will." She smirked a little, raising up onto her knees. She knew full well that Leon was much more of a thinker than she was, and accepted that, but she also knew he had his fair share of situations he'd charged blindly into regardless of consequences. And she was absolutely stubborn enough to not let the point drop.

Her bangs half fixed and her parents being... her parents, Sherry scooted out of the line of verbal rapidfire and covered her face with her hands. She wondered which would be worse: running around for twenty minutes with messed up, chunky bangs, OR! listening to her parents flirt.

Because, yes, she'd listened to them long enough to finally learn that social cue.

"See, that's where you're wrong. It only looks like I'm being crazy and reckless, but it's all planned out. It's a super secret government agent technique called 'Making It Up As You Go Along.' It takes years to master."

Somehow he managed to say that with a perfectly straight face, though as he looked over at Sherry, he couldn't help laughing a bit.

"Are we bothering you, sweetheart?"

Claire flat out snorted at that, reaching out to shove Leon with the hand that didn't have scissors in it.

"Uh-huh. Call it whatever you want but it means the same thing." She gave him a smug look before her attention was called to their daughter who was covering her face with her hands, and she backed off a little, sitting back down on her heels.

"Sorry, sweetie."

"It's okay; I'm used to it now," Sherry smiled, and in some distant part of Sherry's brain, where normalcy reigned, she even found it kind of funny.

Gross, but funny. "Can we finish cutting my bangs, please?" It would at least keep Claire's hands busy enough that she wouldn't somehow stab Leon in the leg, anyway.

That was just them being them, though. Part of the reason it took over seven years for them to get together was because they kept flirting with each other without ever realizing that's what they were doing. Even now they were still a little blind to it.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll stop distracting your mother so much."

Well, he probably wouldn't stop distracting her, but he'd at least tone it down. For the moment.

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