PTX Shots

Haircut [Kavi]

"Are you sure you want to do this, Kirst?", Avi asked the his munchkin bandmate questioningly when they got into the hair salon. He left his shoes at the door like her.

"Well, why not?", Kirstie smiled widely at him, her hair flew fabulously when she turned.

He gonna missed it.

Avi looked around the small but warm salon. It looked old-fashioned with tiny yellow lightbulbs hung everywhere, especially around mirrors. Kirstie settled herself in one of the high armchairs and Avi sat down on the waiting bench behind, carefully put their, her, shopping bags down. When he said 'bags', he meant 'bags'. A lot of bags. After a long day of walking from this to that shop, they bought the amount of clothes that was enough for a full closet. And Avi automatically be her partner, aka her bodyguard as he wouldn't let her carry any of those bags. He did that with pleasure, thank you for asking.

A female placed a wide drape over Kirstie's body and gently pulled the hair out. The soprano seemed to get used to it. She shifted comfortably, looked straight to the mirror. Her lips curled up to a familiar side smirk at Avi's reflection.

"What do you want me to do, baby girl?", the haircutter asked, smiled kindly. Kirstie was a regular customer and the haircutter always loved doing this little girl's hair.

Kirstie tapped her fingertips on the table, thinking for a while. "Please cut it short, perm it and dye it purple - pink for me, Jemma. The purple - pink like the wig you gave me when I came to Japan, remember?"

"Absolutely, Kitty. Let me go get the dye.", Jemma said and went to the storeroom, left Avi and Kirstie alone.

Kirstie entwined her long blonde curls around her fingers, enjoyed the fluff of them. She kept her eyes on Avi in the mirror, until he stood up, walked across the room to her.

Avi put his hands on the backrest of the armchair Kirstie sitting on, and leant down to kiss her hair softly. She giggled at the movement. As she turned her head up, he kissed her forehead, and she stopped playing with the blonde curls. Kirstie put her hand on his beard instead, rubbed it slowly.

"What's up, Dragon?", she asked, looked back at the mirror.

Avi put his chin on her shoulder to make it easier for her to touch his beard. He purred lowly at the comfort of Kirstie's scratchs. "I'm gonna miss your hair."

"You have long hair too. You can play with it instead, you know."

"It's not the same.", twisted the hair falling on Kirstie's shoulder, he said. "Do me a favour."

She raised an eyebrow, watched his half-closed eyes. "Mhm?"

Avi opened his eyes slowly, and immediately locked his emerald orbs with her amber eyes. "Please keep using the shampoo you are using. I love it, and I'm sure Jeremy never mention it."

"Seems like you have discovered the reason of my reckless behaviour, haven't you?", she chuckled.

"Donate all your old clothes, sell your ring and couple stuffs, find a new apartment, and cut your hair. Even change it to a brand new style.", Avi answered teasingly. "If it is not get rid of the past, what can it be?"

Kirstie shrugged, her face softened. "I saw the breakup coming, I wasn't even surprised. I just hate the feeling of Jeremy lingers around. He said he love my long blonde hair? I will cut it, thank you very much."

"You are being so alike to Mitch, aren't you?", he laughed, stood straight up again. He ran a hand along her long hair, for one last time. "Will you do me the favour?"

"I will, Dragon. If it can keep you burying your face into my hair when I sit on your lap.", Kirstie let go of his beard, fixed the drape on her.

Avi walked back to his previous seat and watched her reflection in the mirror. He nodded in agreement. "Obviously, sweetheart."