Intelligent Conversations
By ChibiYnM
This is weird. I'm weird. O_o;
The alarm clock rung and Sengoku Kiyosumi woke up, immediatly shutting off his loud Mashimaro alarm clock that played some random song from The Little Mermaid. He let out a nice, long yawn and stretched as he slipped into his slippers and slowly made his way to the bathroom.
"Good morning, Hair-kun, did you sleep well?" His sleep mussed hair moved a bit, almost as if it nodded.
"That's good to hear." Sengoku smiled and yawned again. He had finally reached the occupied bathroom's door.
"Neechan must be in the bathroom..." He stood outside the door and waited. In the meantime, Sengoku decided that he would have a conversation with his hair. His hair moved around a bit and Sengoku understood whatever it said. "I know you'd appreciate it if I didn't get you hit with a tennis ball every now and then, but it's hard to avoid them sometimes... Hm? You suggest we stalk Atobe today? Why, that's a wonderful idea! I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Sengoku laughed as he thought of how fun it would be to stalk Atobe again.
After a few minutes of their conversation, the door popped open. "Kiyo-chan, are you talking to yourself again?" She asked, probably for the hundredth time that month, and he replied with a simple "Of course not, Neechan. You must be hearing things." as he walked in the bathroom. His sister would never let him live down the fact that he held intelligent conversations with his hair.
Sengoku did the extremely boring routine tasks of washing his teeth and brushing his face... uh, I mean, brushing his teeth and washing his face. Then came the hard part. The brushing of the hair. Brush brush brush. There! Now it's all nice and straight. Yes, straight, not twirly.
"Hair-kun, it's time to do your thing." His hair wiggled a bit. "A tangle? Where?" After brushing out the offending tangle, Hair-kun proceeded to "do his thing". Slowly, chunk by chunk of his hair would curl up, and the biggest twirl popping up in the middle of his forehead signalled the end of the process. Sengoku placed his brush back to it's original spot and went downstairs with his twirly hair.
"I still don't understand how you manage to gel your hair like that so fast." His sister told him. Sengoku just smiled as he helped himself to breakfast. Half an hour later, he was out the door and walking to school.
"Today's a fine day, na Hair-kun?" The big twirly in the middle wiggled a bit as Sengoku walked down the street towards Yamabuki Jr. High.
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