#shvvka

                                      ❛ Mm , I think this is the place. ❜ Dark hues examine the piece of paper between his fingers. Looking over the scribbled writing to make sure he was at the right place. As much as he knew Japan , he still doubted his friend's ability to point him in the right direction. As young as he was, he found himself questioning even the simplest of things. Afraid of what being wrong would do for him , because in his mind there was no room for failure. With hesitation he pushed open the door , slipping in after a moment to examine where he ended. Hatori Beauty Salon ; one of the best Salons in the country. And one of the main reasons he had come back to Japan for a few days. He pauses in the door way , glancing around him before finally spotting a figure to his right. ❛ Ah.. hello ! ❜

“Of course, I can do that for you–right this way,” Shuuka gestured towards the long row of chairs and mirrors in the salon to guide her client towards them. As Miu settled into one of the chairs, Shuuka went over to the nearby cabinets to pull out some fresh towels and a salon cape. Returning to the seat that Miu chose, she laid the cape around the other girl and nimbly tucked the towel into the back. “What kind of meeting would this be? And let me know if you have any preferences for style and color, so we can match your styling to the event and your personal preferences.”

Ken it is then. I still mostly work private engagements since I’m a junior stylist, but yeah, some models and magazine shoots. Sadly I haven’t done much of the cool works you seem to be talking about, but I’m aiming for it. 

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[ . . .  ] A small smirk crawled up her own lips unconsciously as she commented, “With that way of eating strawberries, it’s no wonder you have a plethora of male fans as well as female admirers, Aya-san. Better watch out for creepy stalkers.”

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Unlike her partners in her shoots Aya quite enjoy the company of her stylists. Be it the ones responsible in styling her that day or the make-up artists who some have now progressed to being one of her dear friends. Today was another day for her. Morning routine crossed off from her journal, breakfast set and she was off in the company’s car to the location. But today was different from the previous on-shoot. Her usual make-up crew was headed with a new face. One she thought was familiar for her.While the head (she presumed) worked her magic on her, the other (Aya thought was very kind of the person) had ran about and made sure the counter beside the work station had ample supply of beverages.