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06/27/11(Mon)22:11 No.27220120
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 >rarity needs a really exotic doo. none of the barbers in town are capable. so she turns to snips
Rarity stared dejectedly at the magazine fold while walking out of another local barbershop
“Another simpleton who can’t perform this delicate hair operation. I simply MUST have this design adorning my head!”
Her thoughts shifted to that one pony who she knew would do it
“Oh no, not him.”
“But, he’s got a cutie mark of it, surely he must have some experience?”
a knock on the door.
“yeah who is it?” some little blue ginger asshole yelled.
“Uh, it’s uh, rarity, and i need your....” she struggled for a moment “...help”
What a lucky day for the useless snips!
He finished beating off to a picture of trixie, which was a very difficult activity for ponies but snips found a god damn way.
Opening the door to a very disgusted looking rarity, snips put on his best shit eating grin to inquire as to what she needed
“well, uh, can you do....this?”
she held up the magazine page, taking up one quarter was a very...explicit hair design.
“she wants this on her head?” snips mentally questioned. “but it looks like a...”
“well? can you? because if you can’t-”
“oh it’s no problem, i don’t have this cutie mark for nothin’!”
He cleaned off his shitty little barber chair he got like a decade ago or something i don’t give a shit. Rarity sat down gingerly, dreading what might come to pass
Snips went to work, lengthening individual strands, shortening others. shaping and moulding the deep violet strands into this one specific design. He too the occasionally opportunity to sniff her hair like a creep because this is snips who gives a shit about snips seriously.
After a few exhausting hours, it was done. Snips held up his best mirror before the fashion queen.
“what do you think MISS rarity?” He put emphasis on the miss because he’s an aspie like that.
Rarity was speechless. |
