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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.
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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"Pretty sure she gets the sadism from you."
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"Don't remind me."
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"Be good!" she called after the little girl, not fully expecting her to listen.
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"She's our kid," he stated. Which, yes, he knew she knew that, obviously. But more and more she was really taking after them.
...they may have to start rethinking their approach to this parenting thing.
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"We are a horrible influence on that kid."
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"And I don't think I'd want it any other way."
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"So what are you up to?"
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"What about you?"
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"Enabling your avoiding paperwork?"
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"Really, now?" he stated, then leaned in and kissed her. "And how do you plan on doing that?" he muttered against her lips.
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"Well," she finally replied, kissing him again before finishing the thought. "I could drag you back to your bunk and tie you up."
HELLO PARENTS. COCKBLOCK IMMINENT.
"...back to your bunk and tie you up." Curiosity leapt forward to ask questions, even as she vaguely wondered if she should also feel horrified by that idea.
"Why would you do that?"
DAMMIT, WHERE'S THE DODGE PROMPT? *PRESSES X*
"Uh..."
Oh, man...
Leon's brain had been going down an entirely different track, and it took him a moment to recover from having his train of thought completely derailed like that.
"Well... um... you know how your mother doesn't want me to work so many hours?"
YOU'RE WITH CLAIRE MAN, TANK CONTROLS ONLY SHE DIDN'T GET ANY OF THAT DODGE SHIT
"Sometimes it's harder to get him to take a break than just nagging him, you know."
YOU CANNOT DODGE A CHILD.
Sherry looked between them and wondered if she should get an outside opinion on this. Maybe Paco would know. He seemed to know a lot of things. "Oh, I see." But even if her dad had been working, he hadn't been as busy as before.
The final verdict? Disbelief.
NO QTEs? HOW WILL I GET OUT OF THIS? *MASHES BUTTONS*
Leon was feeling horribly awkward at the moment. Which, admittedly, is something he hadn't felt in a long time. He was either stoic as a statue, or a shameless dork. Was he even blushing a little right now? He might have been...
There was only one solution to this: Complete and abrupt subject change.
"So what brings you back here, sweetheart?"
YOU DIED.
"I forgot my bag," she explained and pointed to the blue leather pouch between her parents, sitting there idly. "I didn't think you two would still be here, either. Don't you have adult things to be doing?" Sherry raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, examining her parents carefully.
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"Right. Yes," she nodded her head, looking back at Leon, her arms sliding away from his shoulders, although she reached out to slide one of her hands through his. "We were just leaving, actually. To go do adult things." Claire knew what Sherry meant but, well.
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"Yeah..." Leon tugged slightly on Claire's hand. "Shall we?"
The sooner they got out of there, the sooner they could be properly mortified by this.
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"We'll see you later, sweetie. Have fun studying, okay?" Now to exit as quickly as possible without looking embarrassed.