Thursday, February 8th, 2018
Quite a few embarrassing things had happened to Khris during his youthful years. Some worse than others but most memorable being the time he'd fainted in 4th year classes due to Patricia Reed's perfume being too strong. He had been sitting behind her all day and honestly, nine year olds should not be permitted to choose their own scents none the less apply them. The entire room was in need of an airing after that girl had walked in and after spending the entirety of basic maths with that sickly sweet scent drowning him, fainting had really been the best escape.
But I digress.
That was years ago and Khris really ought to be focusing on the issue at hand.
The issue being his fingers and locks and the mess the two of them combined had made.
"Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow!!!!" Another huff of frustration was given as he pulled and pushed, carefully combed and prodded, tugged to the point of tears and more at the rats nest he'd created. "Stupid, miserable, terrible bad habits!!!!"
The refelction in the mirror merely mocked him as he glared at the awkwardly bent angle of his right arm. "Look at you. You look ridiculous. This may even top the Patricia Reeds fiasco." It said. He was inclined to agree. Khris' lip curled at the hand shackled tightly to the nape of his neck by golden curls. This was the epitome of embarasment.
He should have listened to his mum when she said that this was a habit in need of breaking. That one day this hair twirling, finger spinning, nervous tick of an action would need to be cut lest literal cutting was needed.
It seems it may have come to that.
"Ddddggttt!!!! Fine. Fine. I needed a hair trim anyway." The blond conceeded, shrugged his shoulders in defeat and let his free hand flop to his side.
Embarassing as it would be (defintely far more embarssing than the case of the too strong perfume) it appeared that Khris would need professional help. A mediwizard or a professor with steady hands and a sharp pair of scissors.
His biggest wish now? That no one would spot him as he snuck his way through these student filled halls.
Yeah well... I guy can hope.
The old wooden door to the bathrooms creaked open and silver blue eyes peered warily out into the corridor beyond.
Last edited by Khris Bailey on 18th July 2018, 7:03 am, edited 3 times in total.
"Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness." -Unknown