Ball is Life (Also, Ryouta doesn't want a mullet)

[yellowcopycat]

Who: Ryouta Kise and Marty McFly
What: Marty and Ryouta (anyone who wants to watch)
When: Before the 'In reaching Out' event. (January 28th or there's about)
Where: Virgo courts
Warnings: Ryouta really loves basketball.

Ryouta really doesn't want a mullet.

He really, really doesn't.

So he doesn't go easy on Marty McFly at all.

He's got a decent amount of height on Marty, being 6'2" (he'll swear he's 6'3" though, he hasn't been measured recently, so he should get on that), and he's a natural athlete that trains daily. He wasn't lying when he said he was a monster on the court.

He wins. Easily. One could say he even slaughtered Marty.

Still, he's happy. He hasn't really played with anyone except Nariko and some kids, and that was back in November.

He turns, beaming at Marty and then eyes Marty's hair critically.

"You know," he began, a sly smile forming across his lips. "Since this bet was for me to get a hair cut, seems only fair that you get one since you lost."

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[yellowcopycat]

"Yay!" Ryouta beams and puts a hand around the other boy's shoulders. "C'mon, I've been meaning to get a trim too. We'll go to my stylist. She's amazing. When she's done, every girl or boy, whichever you like, will take notice."

Miracle Monsters eat everything for breakfast, except for phantom men and their pet tigers.

[heymcfly]

Marty doesn't seem so eager when Ryouta throws a hand on him, hard enough to make his shoulder kind of sting. "Perfect."

All that time he took to grow his hair, and now it was going to be all cut away! And dyed. Or both. That thought is enough to make him want to cry, especially with how great his band mate's hair looked. Did this guy see Greg's hair and how mullet-ish that was? His hair screamed mullet more than Marty's!

"We need an appointment though, right?"

He regrets challenging the Miracle Monster.

[yellowcopycat]

Think of it as a lesson McFly. Do more research on people before challenging them.

"I had my stylist on standby in case I lost." Like he was going to loose. Thought didn't even occur to him.

"Don't look so put out. It'll be great! Maybe I'll get some streaks too."

[heymcfly]

This lesson has been learned the hard way. At the expense of his hair.

"...Wait, what?" Marty is already miserable, and he's nowhere near this stylist. "Wait, wait. Look at the time. He's gotta be closed, right? Or doin' something else with another client? Are you even sure you told this guy you were gonna lose?" If he learns that this stylist guy had been called because a win was guaranteed for Ryouta, Marty's going to flip.

"Maybe you can get the streaks, and I'll get the cut. How's that?" Please say yes Marty has dignity!

[yellowcopycat]

"You're going to get it cut no matter what," Ryouta told him. Smiling in away that told him there was no worming his way out of this. "You brought this on yourself. But yeah, I'll get some streaks. Maybe some red for Valentine's day."

[heymcfly]

He runs a hand a few times through his hair. Gotta enjoy that party in the back one more time.

That smile is dastardly. It speaks 'try all you want, but you're going to get a cut anyway!' Marty thinks it almost looks kind of evil, when he really gets a look. "Did not." That's the only thing he says when Ryouta reminds him that Marty brought this doom upon his own self...which is true. But he's not going to say that.

...That's a good idea, actually. "What about gradients?"

[yellowcopycat]

Dastardly good looking, you mean McFly. But yes, the other boy has the idea. Ryouta isn't someone who gives up easily.

"That's a good idea!"

[heymcfly]

If he's going to get his haircut, he's going to have fun procrastinating in the meantime!

"Can you get sparkles in your hair? Or maybe you can get some kind of shampoo that makes it smell extra good?"

He's really going to try...

[yellowcopycat]

"I do know where to get sparkles," Ryouta said as he reached into his pocket and sent a text to his stylist. "And my shampoo always smells good."

Don't try too hard, you're going to fail.

[heymcfly]

"Right. Great." Marty's trying so hard to sound happy.

But uh oh, he saw you pulling out that phone...he tries to look over Ryouta's shoulder, feigning interest when in reality, he's pretty much freaking out. "Who are you callin'? A taxi?"

[yellowcopycat]

"Nope, texting my stylist, she'll meet us in my room."

He's guiding Marty towards the doors. "She'll meet you, show you some of the newest styles and help pick the one best suited to your face."

[heymcfly]

"Oh."

So quick? This wasn't fair. His stylist wasn't this on time! Then again, he didn't really want a stylist. They'd probably recommend that he get his hair cut, or styled in a different way, or something that he really didn't see happening. This was going to be a disaster.

He moves past the doors, following close behind. "Oh, god." Marty runs a hand through his hair. Goodbye, party in the back hairdo. "...How much is she gonna chop off?"

[yellowcopycat]

Ryouta has a really good relationship with his.

"Hmm, depends. Probably a lot."

He gives Marty a look. "You're good looking guy, so you can rock a lot of styles."

[heymcfly]

Marty is almost fooled by your compliments. Although he's sure that he can manage with whatever hairstyle is thrown at him, he really likes his mullet. The oldies are always the goodies, and the goodies are being taken away from him...

"I mean, I hope so." Right?

He's silent until they get to Ryouta's apartment. "...You're not gonna give me a buzzcut, are ya?"

[yellowcopycat]

"No way! You're in a symphonic metal band! You have to have more hair to style. Like spike it or something."

He hums happily as he opens the door to Surviving Firday's suite. "Okay! She'll be here soon~"

[heymcfly]

"Spiking it?!" Oh god, please no. That was a disaster waiting to happen. "You're not gonna make me spike it, are ya?" Please say no, or he's going to cry. Tears will be shed.

Marty steps rather reluctantly through the doors, obviously unhappy with the series of events.

"How soon is soon?"

[yellowcopycat]

"Not if you really don't want to." He studies McFly for a moment. "Maybe something like..."

He pulls out his cell phone and searches 'popular cuts for teen guys'

"Ah! This would look good on you!"

He holds up his phone and shows Marty the picture.

[heymcfly]

Marty takes a good, long look at the picture that Ryouta brings up for him.

A good-

hard-

look.

...and he decides it won't be the end of the world if he gets a cut. Marty nods his approval, before handing the phone back over to Ryouta. "Do I gotta get it dyed, though? Can't it just be like this?" He points to his hair, brown and all. "I mean, you can get yours dyed if you wanna but can I just skip it?"

[yellowcopycat]

Ryouta just beams in response to Marty's hard stare.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll get streaks and you can get a cut, everyone wins!"

[heymcfly]

"Yeah. Great!" He's super sarcastic right now. But still.

He flops down on the nearest seat he can find, crossing his arms with the most childish pout. "Is this guy coming yet? I wanna get this over with."

[yellowcopycat]

There's a knock on the door, and Ryouta's phone chimes (it's the sound of buzzer that signals the end of quarter in basketball)

"She's here!" Ryouta chirped happily and went to open the door, letting in his stylist.

Monoa is a short woman, with a bob cut and horn rimmed glasses dressed in a green dress, brown accent belt, and white vest. "She's the best. Monoa, meet Marty, he needs needs a cut and I'm thinking of streaks or something. Red Valentine's day."

[heymcfly]

Alright don't laugh because that buzzer almost makes Marty jump a foot high.

Any other day, Marty would be happy to meet this lady. Not today though, nope. No offense.

"Yeah yeah, can we just get this over with? I'm gonna miss my hair." That beautiful mullet, his ode to the past. It's all going to be gone here, and replaced with whispy hair. Sooo not his style.

Marty just flops down on the couch and pouts. "'M ready."

[yellowcopycat]

"He lost a bet," Ryouta explained to Monoa.

"So I see," she said, eyeing the mullet critically. "Well, come along children, let me work my magic," and she ushered Ryouta and Marty into the kitchen. "And Ryouta, darling, let's think about the streaks a bit more seriously, blue might be a better color on you."

She points to a chair. "Sit," she orders Marty as he puts her bag on the work station. "Ryouta, here, look at these, see if there's anything you like." She hands Ryouta a book of styles and turns her attention to Marty, pulling out a cape for drape on him.

"This will be fun, did Ryouta pick out a style, or should I choose what will be best for your face?"

[heymcfly]

Marty's so afraid right now.

He sits down in the chair, completely silent when the drape is settled over his shoulders. It's amazing how calmly Ryota is over there, checking out this huge list of swatches he can dye his hair while Marty's sweating over having his hair cut.

"Wh-wha?" Snap out of it, Marty! Your hair is on the line! "He, ah, he picked out something for me." He looked over to Ryota, with a face that screamed 'save me!'. "What was that picture you showed me again?"

He looked up Monoa and gave a nervous smile. "It was kinda...sweepy? Not super short though."

[yellowcopycat]

Ryouta hands Monoa his phone. "This is it." He didn't even look up from the book he was was looking through.

"He said no spiking it up, so I figured it was a good medium from what he's got and what I initially thought would be nice on him."

Monoa nods, hands Ryouta back his phone and pulls out her scissors. "Don't worry, darling, when I'm through with you you'll have as many girls falling for you that Ryouta does."