p̷̡̢̮̮͎̻̤̦̼͈̽͒̑͊̔̎̄̊͋́ả̴̢͓̜̪͕̼͓͇̙̅̈́̌̇̃͝͝g̷͈̟̗̤̫͒͊̀͊̅͑̚ͅe̵̱͎͐̉̑̂͘ͅ ̴̢̤̝̻̭̳̭̪̍͝b̴̫̥̙͈͎͖͍͒̅͜͠r̸̛̗̞̗̖͖̮͖̟̪̅̌̔̔̍̌͘ĕ̶̢̳̰͖̟͉̦̲̮͗́̍̇ą̵̢͚̜̙̺̞̆͗̐̈̕͠k̴̯̓̀̃̀̄͑͊͆ p̷̡̢̮̮͎̻̤̦̼͈̽͒̑͊̔̎̄̊͋́ả̴̢͓̜̪͕̼͓͇̙̅̈́̌̇̃͝͝g̷͈̟̗̤̫͒͊̀͊̅͑̚ͅe̵̱͎͐̉̑̂͘ͅ ̴̢̤̝̻̭̳̭̪̍͝b̴̫̥̙͈͎͖͍͒̅͜͠r̸̛̗̞̗̖͖̮͖̟̪̅̌̔̔̍̌͘ĕ̶̢̳̰͖̟͉̦̲̮͗́̍̇ą̵̢͚̜̙̺̞̆͗̐̈̕͠k̴̯̓̀̃̀̄͑͊͆ p̷̡̢̮̮͎̻̤̦̼͈̽͒̑͊̔̎̄̊͋́ả̴̢͓̜̪͕̼͓͇̙̅̈́̌̇̃͝͝g̷͈̟̗̤̫͒͊̀͊̅͑̚ͅe̵̱͎͐̉̑̂͘ͅ ̴̢̤̝̻̭̳̭̪̍͝b̴̫̥̙͈͎͖͍͒̅͜͠r̸̛̗̞̗̖͖̮͖̟̪̅̌̔̔̍̌͘ĕ̶̢̳̰͖̟͉̦̲̮͗́̍̇ą̵̢͚̜̙̺̞̆͗̐̈̕͠k̴̯̓̀̃̀̄͑͊͆
Chin-Sun glanced up at the clock, relief washing over her tired body as she took in the time displayed. It was 2:30 PM, her shift had ended.
Adjusting her slumped posture, Chin-Sun stretched her legs out, releasing a drawn-out groan as her bones popped. Jumping onto her feet, Chin-Sun picked up her current read from the counter, folding the ear of the page she had stopped at. The female then removed the bright vest she wore and walked out from behind the counter. Before she left her station though, the dark-haired girl placed a few paper bills in the cashier.
Chin-Sun needs to buy shampoo.
The girl ran out of shampoo around a week ago and has been using hand-soap as a substitute for cleaning her hair. She always made a mental note to buy shampoo before coming home after her shift at the convenience store, but she always forgot. When she touched her hair and mistook it for hay, however, she decided to make a physical reminder instead. Thus, the words "BUY SHAMPOO" were boldly written on the palm of her hand with a permanent marker.
Chin-Sun walked through the hygienic aisle of the convenience store, perusing the shampoo section. She reached out to grab the first bottle that caught her eye; a bright orange bottle with a peeling sticker of a half-naked hairy on the front, and the word "Shandoo" written in hard-to-read cursive lettering. However, just as she was about to grab the container, she was physically held back.
A small, dainty hand clutched at Chin-Sun's wrist. With wide eyes, she trailed her eyes from the offending appendage and to the person said appendage was attached to. Her wide eyes became half-lidded and her expression took an exasperated turn once she realized who it was. "What do you want brat?" She spat out, her tone more tired than harsh.
Eun-Yu scoffed at the remark, leaning back and turning her head to the side, her grasp on Chin-Sun's wrist never once relenting. "That's for body hair removal, you dumbass."
Chin-Sun's heart plummeted at that. If she didn't bother reading the bottle when buying the product she surely wouldn't read it when applying it. If it wasn't for Eun-Yu, Chin-Sun might have shown up to work the next day looking like a hairless molerat.
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