[ Kenzi's hair was never about hiding, it was always just the opposite. About expressing herself and even standing out if possible. Straightened from its naturally curly state and dyed black with a stripe or two of pink or green or whatever color she was feeling that day. Worn up pigtails or half up and crimped. You know, whatever fun thing she could think to do it. And that's been taken from her.
Maybe she would have to look into getting some wigs. ]
Oh. [ Her lips pull down into something between a grimace and a frown. She can't imagine having some kind of power only to have it taken away, but it probably sucks. ]
That sucks, dude. [ She glances around, wondering if this is something they should be talking about somewhere so public. Weren't they supposed to be discrete or something? ]
Maybe we should find somewhere with fewer ears to talk about this?
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Maybe she would have to look into getting some wigs. ]
Oh. [ Her lips pull down into something between a grimace and a frown. She can't imagine having some kind of power only to have it taken away, but it probably sucks. ]
That sucks, dude. [ She glances around, wondering if this is something they should be talking about somewhere so public. Weren't they supposed to be discrete or something? ]
Maybe we should find somewhere with fewer ears to talk about this?