[ylfa, your braids... monika was on her way to check out the salon, but she stops when she notices ylfa's little dilemma. her vibes are mostly that she's happy to see her and a little bit amused, with some vague sense of numbness and cynicism in the background.]
[her vibes include a lot of sadness and anger, but it's below the surface, just not being touched for right now. kind of in a childish way, where she can process that when she decides to.]
...I'm worried the salon won't want me in there, but the groomer might also not want me in there, either.
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... You could check out both, you know?
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...I'm worried the salon won't want me in there, but the groomer might also not want me in there, either.
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Well, does it matter what they want? If they say anything, I'll give them a piece of my mind.
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[that will help, she's very grateful.]
Then let's do it!
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[does she want to puppy play or be smexy first? these are words that the mods have made me write.]
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she is staring at some of these, experiencing what can only be described as... cringe.]
These are a little... um... how do I put it...?