4c Hair Chart の小説・ストーリー

She explained briefly. "Then that means..." He wanted to but he stopped. He always didn't want to finish his talk. "Yes. If your guess is correct then you are right. Because we can read a thought, a weakness is a must. Actually, this is not a weakness but also a good one. I can't lie the way my hair changed. Our hair changed base on the mood. " She said then continued. 1. Red- Anger 2. Yellow- Happiness 3. White- Fear

“Alright. Flaxen.” “Also seems like something Randall would say to make himself sound smart. Flaxen. LF, MF, DF. Light flaxen. Medium flaxen. Dark flaxen.” He points to letters on the photos. “Short, Medium, Long. S. M. L. Straight, Wavy, Curly. S. W. C.” I nod along as he deciphers the code. He pauses and looks at the key he created on a separate sheet of paper.

Harmonia intervened naturally. Maria nodded repeatedly. Harmonia then looked at Monica and asked, “Monica, what did you want to show me?” Monica regained her composure and swiped on Monica’s tablet immediately. “Monia, which of these hair colors do you think looks the best? Can you help me decide?” Harmonia took a look. Red, yellow, purple, green, blue, and gray, were all mixed together. At first glance, it looked like the ‘emo goth’ style.

“Good grief.” Rising, Caitlyn took a step towards the windows and stretched her back, yawning. “Thick hair. Thin hair. Curly hair. Straight hair. Long hair. Short hair. No hair. Brown. Blond. Black. Red. Who cares this much about hair?” she groaned. “I just want someone I can talk to and appreciate Italy with for sixteen days. How can the rest of this stuff possibly matter?”

Whispers could be heard but not understood. It was like walking into a rainbow. So many different hair colors filled the tables. Every single color went with the God or Goddesses face. None of these Gods or Goddesses were first tier Gods. I know that only original Gods had normal colored hair and less powerful Gods that were a branch off of other Gods had colorful hair. Everyone in this room besides the teacher and Blake were 4th tier Gods or higher. There was a God with bright yellow hair and I couldn't help but stare. You would think that it would make him look feminine but it did the opposite. His sharp cheek bones and relaxed demeanor made him look dark. Like he had better things to do t

Her hair changes colours with her mood, just like Devon's, but the meaning behind each change differs from his. Her hair turns pink when she's angry, black when she's mischievous, white when she's shy, and yellow when she's happy. We have only seen it turn green once, and that was when Chrys dragged her by the legs. We couldn't tell that one was out of pain or anger. My mates said we would have enough time to study her as she grows.

‘Time to get measuring,’ I told her. PA cottoned on, then looked exasperated. ‘Beardsley, the artist, 19th century?’ ‘The same.’ ‘Beardsley says a woman should be, foot to cheek-overhang, forty-four inches?’ Her voice was incredulous. ‘Yes.’ ‘Connie ...!’ ‘What?’ was all I could manage. ‘Don’t you play games with your husband anymore?’ ‘Not daft ones!’ ‘All games are daft. Why this one especially?’

My hand went up to his hair following I felt his warm kiss on my neck and, his hand on my chest. “I want you more.” .. .. • • • • • [ END OF THE FLASHBACK ] • • • • • .. .. The hairstylist gave me something that looked like a menu book but what was contained in it were different hair colour examples. “This is platinum blonde,” she indicated the colour to the colour in my hand. “This is how short it is,” she placed the right section of my hair past my shoulder. “And this is an example of the hair curl for you.”