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Chapter 17: Where Do You Start Washing From?
Where Do You Start Washing From?
“When taking a bath…”
Mao suddenly said.
Having a conversation being started abruptly, and out of context, was not something unusual in the club. That’s why Kyouya just listened to her without even lifting his eyes from his manga.
“…usually, where do you start washing from?”
“The head, I guess.”
Shion was the first to answer.
“First of all, the hair.”
“Oh, that part must be troublesome for you.”
Mao said, gazing at Shion’s long glossy hair.
Shion’s hair grew past her hips all the way down to her knees. When she sat on a chair, it looked as if it would sweep the floor.
“Though the president doesn’t lose when it comes to length, right?”
Kyouya boldly jumped into the girl talk. He felt like an outsider just listening in.
“My hair is a lost cause. It’s curly, so it gets tangled up easily.”
“Actually, I think that your type of hair is the ideal one. Soft and feminine. Well the gra.s.s is always greener on the other side, or so they say.”
Kyouya tried to imagine a Shion with fluffy hair and the appearance of an elementary schooler.
It was impossible.
“On days when I don’t wash my hair… I start from the left arm I guess, then the right arm. I think washing from top to bottom is the most efficient way so that no dirt will stick to places you’ve already washed. I’ve never investigated this matter though.”
“Who cares about efficiency? That’s dull.”
“I have a question. Are there really days when you don’t wash your hair?”
Mao had put it off as dull, but Kyouya had found that a surprising fact.
“Are you an idiot? Washing your hair everyday would be a pain. It takes an hour to dry it off with a dryer. If you let it dry naturally, it takes five hours! Ah! That’s it, it’s decided. Kyoro, from today on you’re not allowed to cut your hair. In two years, you’ll have a fabulous long hair. Then you’ll understand a girl’s feelings.”
“No way, it wouldn’t look good on me.”
“If you don’t want long hair, then let’s shave it. We’ll make your head all smooth.”
“Why does it have to be so extreme?”
“Because it’s amusing of course.”
“Er… as for me…”
Megumi cut into the flow of the conversation, raising her hand.
“First I’ll wash Mao’s head…”
“You don’t wash it yourself?”
“You’re pesky, aren’t you? Properly washing something this long by yourself is a pain.”
“Then cut it. Let’s shave it off.”
“Sure, let’s cut it. You wanna try it? You’ll a.s.sume the responsibility when I’m bald, right?”
“What responsibility? You’ll willingly cut it yourself, right?”
“Er… as for me…”
Megumi cut into the flow of the conversation again. This time she started talking without waiting for their attention.
“Let’s see… I usually start with the b.o.o.bs, with the body mitten, like this…”
“Don’t! You… what are you doing?”
Mao asked widening her eyes.
“Stop talking about booo… eh… ah… kyah! T-that’s not it! Er… err… I mean the armpits and its peripheries…”
Kyouya couldn’t help but stare intently. Unconsciously, his imagination started to work… a nosebleed was imminent.
An uncomfortable silence set in.
Clearing her throat, Mao lifted the silence.
“So, Kirara, where do you start washing from?”
“Legs?”
Kirara said, tilting her head. When talking, the girl would generally speak as if she was making a question.
“Legs, huh? Good, safe.”
“What do you mean safe?”
“You don’t ask any further. Don’t ask dense questions. Don’t ask specific questions. I’ll bite you.”
He got warned, as if she were somehow antic.i.p.ating something already.
Kyouya couldn’t enjoy himself, even though it was Mao who had originally started the conversation.
“Then where do you start washing from, president?”
“M-me? Well, I…”
He felt like he’d gotten the better off of the fl.u.s.tered Mao, but it was only for a moment.
“Me? Well, in my case, I start by washing my hands.”
“That’s not fair.”
Having said that, he was bitten. With a chomp he was done for.
“I’m turning on the water…“
“The shampoo got into my eye!“
CHARACTER PROFILE:
Amatsuka Megumi – Part 2
Hobbies: Tea, Knitting
Subject she’s best at: History
