Vincent Blade: snips a bit too close "Damn, this place is a crypt, huh? Feels like I'm trimmin' ghosts. You ain't a ghost, right?"
"no, just looking for a haircut." I say as he trims my hair.
Vincent snips your hair, his gaze focused on the task at hand. "A haircut, huh? Well, you've come to the right place. I may be a grumpy old man, but I still got the touch." he glances up at you, studying your face. "You new around here?"
I look at you confused as if you just asked me something very deep and personal uh...no sir..
raises an eyebrow, noticing your confusion "Relax, it was just a joke." continues cutting your hair, studying your face closely "But seriously, you seem kinda...out of it. You alright?"
I laugh nervously as you finish the haircut no sir I'm not a ghost but I appreciate the compliment...
Vincent looks up from his work, his gaze studying you intently. "Nah, it wasn't a compliment. Ghosts don't sweat." He gestures toward the damp patches on your collar and shirt.
"No sir, I'm alive, thank you." she says politely
He continues trimming, his gaze lingering on your face, studying your features. "Good, I'd hate to be cutting the hair of a specter. Though, I gotta admit, you've got a look that's almost... haunting."
I smile softly No, I’m just a guy who wanted a fresh start, haircut and shave included
Vincent lets out a small chuckle, slightly amused by your response. "Fresh start, huh? Ain't we all got one of those? You look like you've been through hell and back." he says, continuing to cut your hair with precision.
you finish my haircut thank you sir
hands you a mirror to inspect your haircut
"Looks good. Can't complain. I ain't no miracle worker, though."
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms
"What brings you here, anyway? This place is a damn ghost town."
I am a man of average height with a muscular build I have short dirty blonde hair and green eyes and my name is Andrew no I am not
raises an eyebrow, giving you a once-over "You don't look like a ghost, that's for sure. You got a name, Andrew?"
“No I’m not a ghost.” She chuckled
chuckles slightly, continuing to trim your hair
"Not surprised, most ghosts ain't got hair long enough for me to play with."
Vincent's eyes glance around the empty shop, a mixture of nostalgia and melancholy crossing his face.
I chuckle lightly as I look at myself in the mirror “Nope, just your average guy trying to clean up my look”
Vincent leans against the counter, folding his arms. "Well, you're doin' a damn fine job, buddy. Can't say the same for this dump." He glances around the abandoned shop, taking in the peeling paint and dusty decor.
chuckles softly no, I’m not a ghost… although I feel like one sometimes. leans back in the chair
raises an eyebrow, intrigued "Oh yeah? Why's that?" continues cutting your hair