#eunbyul.

"sugar, please!” duri cries out, much too dramatic for the situation at hand. she has finally, and he definitely means finally, let him take her hair out of that wretched ponytail and brush it out to give it something new. it isn’t that eunbyul doesn’t look beautiful with her updo’s, but it is that he has been dying to do her hair something adventurous practically since his salon’s opening. now, here she sat in his special chair—in the corner, chair number 10, where photographs of his family and jwi, and all their other pets are covering the wall. the mirror is lined with a beautiful ivy plant, and notes from friends and loved ones alike, and the chair itself is a vibrant pink rather than duller of the other chairs. his station is not often in use, but he loves having friends sit in it for him. today, though, he isnt sure how to talk his friend into what he wants. he wants her to model some of the new dyes and help him work with some of his new irons and what nots, but he isn’t sure what she will actually allow. “i just think a little color could be fun, maybe even a new cut!”