Beauty is my Specialty

Blake

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Generally, it’s best to avoid the MtF/FtM acronyms and the words that make them up (unless of course the trans person in question is 100% alright with it).

What you should instead be saying when referring to binary trans folks is trans man or trans woman (with variations like trans girl and trans boy).

You get the picture just the same, but instead of placing identifiers on what a trans person was determined at birth (which can cause dysphoria for many trans people), you focus instead on what they are. 

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“I would like to think so, yes.” He says with a warm smile, his eyes scanning over the other’s form curiously. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Uzoma. Might I ask what you do for a living? Surely something interesting, for a character equally as charming.” 

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It was just after sunset, and Uzoma had been cleaning up his work station before he was suddenly accompanied by a petite and very energetic man speaking his name. Dark brown eyes blinked at the man, one hand lifting to move some of his fuchsia braids away from his eyes to view him better, though once he caught sight of his face, he recognized him immediately. 

A bright smile bloomed on Uzoma’s scarred face immediately, and he dropped what he’d been holding onto his work table. “E-Edel!” he stuttered out of his own excitement, and quickly was he wrapping all four of his arms around his childhood friend. “Spirits… it ‘as been too long!”

There were no complaints from the witch at being drawn into an embrace– he eagerly returned it, though even his enthusiasm was no match for a second set of arms. “It’s so good to see you again!” His words were filled with mirth, and he drew back enough to get another look at this man from his past.

He had heard talk of another potion seller, one who worked here; in a hairsalon of all places. Curiousity had brought him to pay a visit, but never would he have suspected it to be Uzoma. “How long has it been? Years, I know.. You look so different!” He squeezed one if the extra arms for emphasis. “I like it.”

“We were just teenagers last we met, were we not?” Uzoma mused. A lot certainly had changed, and it wasn’t just the stylist’s extra arms. He would have been surprised that Edel even recognized him after so many years, if it had not been for the telltale scarification on his face that no doubt gave him away. 

Uzoma stood himself up from where he’d been seated at the part of the building that functioned as a nail salon. He had some time to spare while his current customer left their hands under the fan for their nails to dry, and he would smile brightly as he approached the woman who’d just walked in. “Greetings, and welcome to the Dusk and Dawn Salon.” His two sets of hands came to clasp in front of him. “Might I ‘elp you with something, miss? Perhaps some maintenance on your very well chosen hair style?”

The extra pair of arms slightly caused her eyes to blink more the necessary,but then again compared to many other oddities in Valoran this was  pretty normal.Still she could not help but to grin sheepishly at compliment of her short hair.”Heh now ya are juust bein a sweettalk hun guessin its what keeps the customers here eh? “ she asked while ruffling back of her hair. “Truth to be told I….have little knowledge of these kind of things so I guess…a tip on few things would be nice. Like skin care and whatnot “

“I know,” Uzoma agreed, and a lazy smile pulled at his lips as he looked towards the other being. He had a mind to be wary of such an intimidating entity, but at the same time he trusted his own magics to keep him protected well enough… however he’d been wrong before. 

A chuckle sounded when he heard their agreement. It’s good to see people who are proud of who they are. It’s refreshing.

“I am Thresh.” The Daimyo bowed politely, those red, spectral eyes not leaving the mortal, however. “A pleasure.” Rising back up, he stood comfortably. “And who might you be, hmm?”

Thresh. That was definitely a name he’d heard somewhere.

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It wasn’t a rough pull or tug at the young man’s hair–but rather a brief tease of Uzoma’s fingers in stark white strands. He really wasn’t respecting the man’s personal space, but that hair was just so shocking. “You wouldn’t ‘appen to style your hair yourself, would you? It makes quite a statement.”

The sudden tugging at his hair caught Ekko off guard, a light ‘hng’ leaving his lips. At first, he turned to face the other with narrowed, angry eyes, expecting it to be one of the many children who liked to pester him. Upon seeing that it in fact wasn’t a child, he swiftly changed his expression to twisted lips and a skeptical look.

“I.. yeah, I do it myself.” he mumbled, moving back just enough to get a full view of the person before him. “Who’s askin’?”

The stylist’s hand fell down to his side once the other man had turned to face him. He gave a small meek smile, realizing he’d overstepped his bounds a bit. “It is impressive. I am Uzoma... and I apologize for invading your personal space there. It was uncalled for.”

“Oh - Hiiii-” Calix reached out, siding over a towel to cover a bit, a little smirk on his lips as the other stared at him and all his pale self. “Can I help you, love~?”

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