"Mayor, I see you've taken a liking to Pigsy's," Zhara greets with a warm smile as Pigsy prepares the order behind her.
"Why yes, ever since I given the key to MK. I acquired the place around the same time," the Mayor replies, returning her smile.
Zhara chuckles nervously, feeling relieved that the Mayor hasn't asked about the lost key. "May I ask, your hair. More specifcally the front pieces. It seems to have gone white. Dyed it perhaps?" the Mayor asks, looking at Zhara's long white hair.
Zhara lightly laughs, appreciating the Mayor's interest. "The amount of damage that would've done to my hair, I think it would've fallen out instead! I don't know what happened though.." she says at the end with worry. "I wont lie though, I did try dying it once, but it didn't work. Came off like.. water!"
The Mayor nods sympathetically. "Have you thought about cutting it off? It might look odd for a while, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind," he suggests.
Zhara considers his suggestion, realizing it's a simple solution she hadn't thought of before. "That's a good idea, thank you," she says gratefully.
As Pigsy hands Zhara the noodles, she packs them to go for the Mayor. "Here you go, enjoy," she says, handing him the bag with a smile.
The Mayor chuckles, taking the bag. "You really have changed over these pass eons, Zhara," Zhara's smile fades into confusion as she tries to comprehend the meaning behind his words.
"What do you mean?" Zhara asks, her tone more curious than accusatory.
The Mayor just smiles cryptically and disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving Zhara and Pigsy to ponder his words. Zhara couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion that lingered in her mind.
Pigsy notices Zhara's confusion and places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Zhara. The Mayor's always been a bit weird with his words. Heck if he even is the mayor. "
Zhara nods slightly laughing at pigsy, grateful for Pigsy's comforting words. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a nagging curiosity. Maybe it'll be an answer to these, visions and dreams.
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Zhara yawns,
"I'll see you tomorrow Pigsy! Goodnight!" She waves, leaving once she hears the pig say bye. Zhara sighs stuffing her hands into her skirts pockets as she starts to ponder about the Mayors words again. She shakes heard, starting her walk back to her apartment. Midway she can't shake the feeling of being watched.
"Sleepy? Are you out there?" Zhara calls out, hoping its just her friend to be out there. She sees no reason to be no one other than the demon, as its the time he'd get up usually. Zhara frowns, quickening her pace as she starts walking again never shaking off that feel.
Zhara shuts the door of her apartment when she enters. Wondering why she even chose one so far from pigsy's, maybe to have an excuse to crash at her brothers place more often considering its right at Pigsy's. The conversation from her and mayor seeps into her thoughts, then remembering the suggestion.
"Whatever that'll get the questions to stop.." She mutters while twirling one of the two long, front piece of white hair. Zhara makes her way to the bathroom, turning on the lights and taking out a small pair of scissors. She looks at herself for a second before sighing,
"It'll grow back quick enough."
Zhara moves her hand to cut her hair, before it can make a slice the scissor is forcefully repelled and is hit with a vision.
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"May this be a reminder of our bond, your loyalty to me." The woman with black hair states. "A reminder that you are nothing but the pawn in this game." She finishes.
Zhara sighs scrunching one of the white front hair pieces, "A bit excessive don't you think, my lady?" She shivers, "Also never do THAT again, please." Also, noting that possession is not the funnest feeling.
