Ain't had time to miss you since you been gone, it's been nothing but neon
The relief is immediate at his answer, something tight in her shoulders loosening, seeming to drop nearly an inch as if stepping off whatever edge she'd been standing on this whole time. "Thank the gods for you," she sighs, and the dramatics of it cannot be exaggerated for her current crisis. Although she isn't certain that wig-making and alchemy walk hand in hand, he sounds so certain, and his shiny contraption on the desk seems to speak to his breadth of skills that she doesn't let any fresh worry settle.
Her eyes follow his to the place more above her head, the wig perched there like a stranger. She folds her glasses up and slides them into her sweatshirt pocket, the now-empty hand slowly moving up to carefully peel away her hood and expose the full problem at hand. She nods slowly in confirmation of being blonde before. "No, this is just the best I could find," she asserts quickly, fingers almost fearfully reaching up to brush the dark hairs. "I liked the way I looked before, that's what I want back. Just something to hide the bald until the hair grows back, or I find some kind of hair growth tonic to help speed it up."
She quirks a quiet brow at him at that, wondering if perhaps his alchemy background also has a talent for that. "You know anything like that?" Although, it's a risk, she rather thinks, and might result in an extreme moustache sprouting or her leg hairs growing a woolen coat that'd tire out her razor. Maybe something she'd not drink, but just apply to her head, only the affected area sprouting back quick and lush. She's not used to dealing in medicines besides liquor.
Her eyes follow his to the place more above her head, the wig perched there like a stranger. She folds her glasses up and slides them into her sweatshirt pocket, the now-empty hand slowly moving up to carefully peel away her hood and expose the full problem at hand. She nods slowly in confirmation of being blonde before. "No, this is just the best I could find," she asserts quickly, fingers almost fearfully reaching up to brush the dark hairs. "I liked the way I looked before, that's what I want back. Just something to hide the bald until the hair grows back, or I find some kind of hair growth tonic to help speed it up."
She quirks a quiet brow at him at that, wondering if perhaps his alchemy background also has a talent for that. "You know anything like that?" Although, it's a risk, she rather thinks, and might result in an extreme moustache sprouting or her leg hairs growing a woolen coat that'd tire out her razor. Maybe something she'd not drink, but just apply to her head, only the affected area sprouting back quick and lush. She's not used to dealing in medicines besides liquor.
Colt
Ain't been breaking down, I've been breaking in this heartbreak right
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
