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]

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."