The Furry Odd Couple
The wide ride of a chipmunk struggled out of the barber's chair as she stood up to get a look at her new style. all eyes were on the chipmunk. "i...absolutely love it!" she cheered. "phew..." thought everyone in the salon.
Care for a Shine?
Sitting in front of a small barber shop was davey, barely covered in cut off black denim jeans and a stained and torn shirt, both looking like they've been part of him for ages.
Brothers In Arms - Behind Blue Eyes
Tank and bomber burst out in hysterics, realizing that he hadn't known that the barber had gotten a little overzealous with the clippers while prepping spall for his cast.
Chapter 2: Creators death ©
He finds a faint trail and begins following it threw the streets of a small town, not stopping for anything his trail leads him into the forest behind a barber shop. as he walks into the forest a strong hand grabs him ground the neck.
Burden of Command
I would strongly advise listening to the song, adaigo for strings by samuel barber while you read this. it fits almost perfectly with the story.
G.R.R. Chapter 7
I look at my arm for a split second before the barber can notice anything, and i see a lump in his pants next to it. i keep looking at myself in the mirror; i don't know what to do. should i get up and yell at him?
Torpedo Run Chapter 24
Staff sergeant herrin of the 17th marine infantry, graying leonine fur crisply cut short, silently swam his way out of the on-ship barber's shop.
At Long Last
"i'm officer barber and this is officer mayfield. we have reason to believe you are a wanted fugitive named james alette." thirty years. thirty years spent escaping my past.
Horny boy (part 13)
While i enjoyed the show (ken and biff licking the feet of snow, while their underwear could not hide an obvious bulge), i picked up a brush (painter brush, not a barber brush) and showed it to snow.
Black, finished kinda
It's a light brown and looks like a barber's chair. once it comes up i notice another note right on the head of the chair.
The Mendicant Priestess - Week 2: Predator/Prey Relations
He simply did not seem the sort of person who would be happy as a hairdresser. "oh, my," he said, taking a moment to examine me clinically from every angle. his voice was surprisingly butch. "you're a hairdresser?" he smiled. "i sure am," he said.
Danny's Autos: Part One
She'd recommend a different barber, but god knows meeting new people isn't exactly fabien collins' forté. otherwise, same brown eyes, same ears, but his fur is a different colour, and he's short. she's a neat six feet and he's what, five six?