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Gasping loudly the way she always did when she got an idea, Yuki hopped up from her chair and dug through her bright red school bag, tongue sticking out in concentration until she found what she wanted. "Ruru-san! You're a hairdresser, right? Will you trim my hair for me? I can pay you a whole ÂĨ900 for it!" Yuki held out her purse, a small pink Hello Kitty-themed bag, and smiled with a familiar sparkle in her eye. XX
Meanwhile, Yutarou was slowly starting to wonder where his daughter was. "You don't think she got lost again, right?" He asked, plucking at the strings of his guitar. "Nah, I bet she just has class duties or got held up chatting with friends. I'm sure she's perfectly fine. Besides, she's only like, three minutes late!" Jun said, obviously annoyed. Yuta sighed and stared at his friend with a bored expression. "Hm" XX
"Oi, you three better get to work, or I'm going to put my pet Tarantulas in all of your beds tomorrow morning! And you know I will!" Yui's threat was more than enough incentive to get the three musicians practicing again, and Aya laughed to herself at how completely and utterly terrified they were of the bleach-blonde woman. XX
"Please please please, Ruru-san?" Yuki's innocent pleading was getting a lot of attention, as other patrons watched the situation with amused grins. It wouldn't be much of an overstatement to say that Yuki was almost impossible to say no too, something that had been showcased when she'd managed to convince her dad to buy her a cat from the cafe only a few days earlier. Yuki gasped again. "Oh, Ruru-san! What if you could make my hair look like yours? Yours is the prettiest I've ever seen, I wanna have really pretty hair too, just like you do Ruru-san!" XXXX