R O M A N
"Get off the damn counta, Sam." Roe spoke before grabbing his pitch black bombay cat off of the kitchen counter and placing him gently on the ground.
Sampson quietly meowed before sauntering over to the single black couch and making himself comfortable between the cushions.
Roe chuckled to himself as he grabbed the half empty box of cap'n crunch and emptied the rest of it into a large glass bowl.
He poured a little milk, then began stabbing at the cereal with his spoon while taking a seat at his dining table. He picked up his phone and scrolled through instagram, checking his DM's for any new requests.
He saw a few and responded to them swiftly. Since he had previously built up his clientele over the course of 6 years, he was trying to get as many people in as he possibly could on his opening day.
After all of those years of teaching himself how to master barbering, and finishing an accredited program to acquire his license, it was finally here. His very own barbershop was just weeks away from opening its doors, but instead of feeling proud and enjoying his success, he couldn't help but to feel an immense amount of gloom.
Getting to this point in his life was nothing but blood, sweat, and tears. A lot of it. He still had to go by his shop later on today and check on the development of things, since there was still some progress to be made.
He was awaiting the arrival of his set of custom barber chairs that were supposed to be delivered in a few more days. And he also had to pick out paint shades for the overall look of the shop. It was becoming all too apparent that he needed help, which was something he hated asking for.
Thankfully, he could always call on his aunt Tammy, and she helped him out whenever she could, but she didn't quite see the vision that he had for his business. Nonetheless, he trusted her with his life, so he figured that a few of her suggestions wouldn't hurt.
Clicking on her contact on his phone, he hit the little green camera, waiting for her to pick up his FaceTime call.
"Hey baby! How ya feeling? And where yo clothes at boy?" His aunt Tammy asked after picking up his call on the second ring.
She was his deceased father's oldest sister, and she always made sure to come and visit him every summer after his dad was murdered. Roe was only 8 years old the first time he met her, but she quickly became one of his favorite relatives outside of his few family members on his mother's side.
Roe wiped the excess milk off of his plump lips and laughed.
"Aunty I'm grown. I can walk around my house naked if I want to."
His top half was bare, but Roe wasn't fully naked, since his bottom half was covered by a pair of red plaid polo pajama pants. He put another spoonful of cereal into his mouth, crunching loudly.
"Yeah yeah. You grown alright. How's the shop coming along?" He could see his aunt in the restroom fixing up her silver hair in a curled style. She had the phone set up in front of the mirror, running the wide tooth comb through her long tresses.
He swallowed his last bite of cereal and rose up from the table with his phone in his left hand. He poured the milk out and sat the bowl in the empty sink.
"It's goin. I was gone ask you for some help wit a couple thangs." He waltzed over to his couch and plopped down, grabbing Sampson and placing him on his lap. He rubbed his silky fur and the sound of purring filled the atmosphere.
