It wasn’t that Aandes hadn’t taken care of himself since the incident with Kursha – it was just that he really, really didn’t want to be seen close up, in public, by a professional. That was all. Caking on the make-up to hide punctures, scars, bruises and the like was a hell of a lot of work and still couldn’t cover everything up without professional assistance. So, his hair had remained woefully untrimmed. Not to mention the jet black hue that he’d re-dyed it was starting to bore him. His mint stripe was practically a part of his brand, and dammit he’d rather commit to his own success than let something like head trauma stop him from getting what he wanted. Needless to say, the realization that there actually looked to be a decent salon in the Civisect Mall was a wonderful impulse visit.
Laden with a few shopping bags, Aandes pushed open the door of the Cut and Culler Salon and stepped in. The familiar smell of pampering was a welcome relief.
“Hello – do you happen to take walk-ins?”
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