Time for another haircut. (Jeweltiger)

It was a very rare occasion in which Thatcher thought he needed a haircut. Today just happened to be one of those days. He had heard that there was a really good hair dresser somewhere in this section of the Caldera. So he was roaming around trying to found this man. He didn't have much of a plan, so he was just knocking on doors asking if the person inside was a hairdresser. So far he hadn't found anyone fitting the description.

He was about ready to give up and not worry about getting his hair cut or doing it himself. Of course the last time he did that it didn't turn out too well. He reached one door, now in a bit of grumpy mood, and knocked. He sighed and scuffled his feet waiting for resident to come out and tell him 'sorry I'm not a hairdresser'.

(sorry, muse is dying a bit)

Auguste was busy sewing another patch onto his favorite military-style jacket. He wore it constantly, and there were holes all over it. The most recent one was in the elbow. He looked up in surprise when he heard a knock on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone right now. Cloud creeled and dashed under the bed, eyes whirling with distress.

He shook his head at the skittish blue and set his needle and thread down, striding to the door. Auguste hadn't been very sociable since the Hatching, since he was so disappointed with not Impressing, but maybe some company would be good.

Auguste swung the door open, a cheerful "Hi!" dying on his lips when he saw the unfamiliar visitor. He raised an eyebrow, wondering why a handsome man was standing on his doorstep. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, maybe you can. You see I'm looking for a hairdresser and I have no idea where he lives. So I've been knocking on every door asking if they're a hairdresser. I guess the point I'm trying to get to. Are you a hairdresser?" He asked the man that had came to the door.

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much. I just really need a haircut." He went on to say, trying to explain his bizarre behavior.