Once every few years, Mary has a straight perm.
That's for de-vertical rolling, of course, but how could this be so... not so strong that in the salon it was feared by the ungrateful alias' Alloy Drill for Hairdresser Killing '.
Still, many times I try, because Mary, even though a stranger, was still an old lady, longing for a loose wavy hairstyle. Among other things, now in its second year in college, it solicits admiration for the adult beauty of a mother, the graceful appearance of flurries and silver thread hair swinging in the wind.
The dress is too childish for a vertical roll. It may have been nice to look exactly like a lady up to the high ministry, but I can't have it in college on boulders.
That's why Mary had a straight perm this way, even though she knew it was useless. Are you saying it's bad to give up on this at all, or are you healthy...
"Dear Mary, I'm sure you'll be fine this time"
Rest assured! and while encouraging, the hairdresser dries her to stroke Mary's silver hair.
Mary smiled back, "Well, I hope so," even as she thought about how many times this interaction might be... It seems like a double-digit losing battle more than once, but we can't handle the hairdressers who spend all the technology we can have each time.
More importantly, even for my compatriots who were hit and scattered by an alloy drill that killed a hairdresser...... Oh, tears when I think of it...
"Thank you for waiting, Lady Mary. It's over......"
That's what I said, and the hairdresser took a breath with Gokuri. When it comes to the magnitude of the sound, it's like it represents the degree of tension in the hairdresser as it is.
But I don't have a choice. Usually the drill winds up at the same time as the word "I'm done." That's already gaining momentum, and the more gully and sound effects are likely to sound, as if to bruise the efforts made so far......
I guess the same thing will happen again this time, and while I give up somewhere in my heart yes, Mary calms down and waits for the hairdresser to say......
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Silver hair that was not left loosely curled and slightly motionless, the hairdresser and Mary, on the contrary, the entire salon quieted with Sin.
"Lady, if you can't, just give up and go get something to eat!
And it was Addy who smashed such a quiet air. He leaned his neck against Singh and the quiet strange air as he appeared to the salon today in an attitude he still did not consider to be a squire. What the hell happened, Mary's failure to de-drill is even more so now, so it can't be so quiet...
Feeling so strange, I looked around at the salon and looked for Mary...... I found one woman rocking a gentle wave and stopped my gaze.
A flashing look. He circles his eyes as if he said he saw something incredible, and on the contrary, he opens his mouth with pocan.
Mary smiled small at Addy like that and approached her, shaking her fluffy, silver hair as she proudly stood up slowly, smiling up at him skillfully.
"Oh, my lady..."
"Addy, how about this?
"How about..."
"Oh, don't be so surprised. Well, I was a little surprised, too."
"So, are you okay?!?
"What do you mean!
"Doesn't it hurt to get hit so badly!?
"I'm not nervous about the drill!
Mary barks back at it for losing to Addy, who is completely rude to surprise.
The salon also calmed down to the same interaction between the two, and the grumpy hairdresser glanced back at Mary's hair satisfactorily.
"Dear Mary, you look great."
"Yeah, thanks. You raised your arms, too. It's been a really, really long fight."
I remember the battles that had been repeated more than once in the past, beating Mary to work the shoulders of a hairdresser. Even the surrounding staff look at the sight in tears, because the battle between Mary and the hairdresser was so long.
They put their hands on each other, sometimes spending more than half a day, and still couldn't break the drill. That's why the emotion of this moment is not easy to say, and some of them are even wiping their eyes with handkerchiefs.
Of course that's the same thing with Mary at the time. Instead, I was more excited about de-drilling than anyone else, and I said, "I'm gonna go show everyone!" and pulled Addy's arm.
"I can't believe there's an undelivered person breaking your daughter's drill..."
"At this very moment, I think you're the one who's harder to reach than anyone else in this salon. Let's go back to the mansion and show everyone our new hairstyles!
"Oh no! Don't drill equip me. Are you okay outside!?
"Yeah, for now, that's too disrespectful. You can do enough to slap a piece of skin off someone's neck."
"Come on, let's go! I'm sure they'll all be surprised!
Here! And now Addy pulls Mary's arm.
In contrast, Mary sighed, shaking her silver hair lightly every time she walked, unhidden and small.
That's how I showed off my new hairstyle in the mansion...
I expected, "Which one is it? It starts with," Dear Mary, why don't you lay down a little? "and at the end of the day," where did you drop it, I'll look for it, "he said, mindful of the beginning.
Mary the boulder also eats damage to this - never lost her drill and lost her defense - by the time she finished circling the mansion, she had dropped her shoulders and wrapped her gloomy air enough to tell.
There was no momentum when I left the salon, and I have a slight tear in my eyes. Addy also regretted his divergence in this "Shit".
"I didn't think everyone would just talk about the drill..."
"Look, we're not all talking seriously just because Nori is good."
"It's obvious! Don't look at me like a guard. I said, 'I haven't arrived yet!' If that's serious, I'm gonna slap him on the termination notice right now!
Ki! and Mary, who summons her anger to the dew, forgives Mary for trying to calm her down for now.
It goes without saying that its behavior, as if to forgive an animal, is counterproductive, and Mary stares at Addy even more dissatisfied.... but somehow took Addy's hand that was offered.
On the contrary, where ever is the anger, smiling nicely. Slowly curled silver thread hair shakes, adding an adult luster to the charm of Mary, who was originally more beautiful.
Addy accidentally let Vikri wiggle her shoulders at that attitude of regular Mary et al.
"Oh, my lady...?
"I got your feelings."
"Oh, that's...!
"You mean you want to get a notice of dismissal with this hand before the guards do! Wait, I'll slap you!
"I'm out of drills and I can't even afford my heart!
"Still say it over this period!
I'm seriously gonna fire you! And to Mary, who yells - rather, I don't think it's a problem yet to be told so far - that Addy laughs to delude and gently reaches out and touches Mary's hair... I stopped my hand just before.
Where did the joking interaction go until earlier, with a somewhat loving look, and still hesitantly lowering his brow butt, Addy peeks into Mary's face.
"Um... can I touch your hair?
"Yeah, yeah, I don't mind."
Mary nodded back to Addy, who again asked for permission.
Taking it, Addy's hand gently touches her silver hair and strokes her soft curly wavy. Mary laughed tiny as she tickled at that cautious gesture, which even the glassmaker handled.
"It looks great... it's beautiful"
"Oh, yeah... thanks"
Mary smiled back again, illuminating, to Addy, who gladly gave her praise as if about herself. Once again, embarrassment prevails, which is even more unfortunate when touched like this.
Its feeling of being stroked with the back of your fingers, sometimes tangled in your fingers, touched like you love them is ticklish and strangely comfortable. Then there was some embarrassment somewhere in my mind, and Mary narrowed her eyes to that feeling, which was difficult to describe.
What is this sweet, numbing feeling I have never tasted before...... and Mary shifts her gaze to her own silver hair while intoxicated by an unknown sensation.
There is no more shadow of the drill that was so strong. Everyone is amazingly transformed. - Even so, except for the hairstyle, it hasn't changed particularly. Mary herself was overreacting to the surrounding drill.
So she looked at Addy's fingers stroking her soft, rocking hair, and this... and Mary laughed happily, following inadvertently.
"That's all that's changed, and if you study at a school in a neighboring country, no one might realize I'm Mary Albert."
And I said it.
Shit, it's too late when you think.
Addy's hand, which was stroking her hair, was stiff enough to hear it as if it were going to sound pissy.