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Seven chuckled a bit. “Hmm, let me think... How about five dollars? And yes, I also do dog grooming,” he said with a small smile, reaching into his bag to grab the scissors he always carried.

"You think you can preen my feathers for me?" Kiyo asked, extending an arm that looked almost like a wing full of feathers. It would seem her hair became shorter as a result of her using her feathers as hair.

"Since I'm always in my human form, it's kinda hard to do it myself without a beak..."

Ren carried Azumi, who struggled and whined like a dog in his arms

"Groom this one too!" Ren scowled at Azumi "She's a frickin' handful and I can't groom her myself!"

Seven chuckled at the many haircut requests he was getting. “Sure! I’ll make sure to get to everyone,” he said with a grin.

Seven began carefully trimming her feathers, making sure not to cut too much off. He focused on getting it just right, determined to make her look good.

As Seven cut Kiyo's feather's he looked over to Ren "don't worry i'll get to you as well!" Seven said grinning and continued his work

"I usually charge five dollars but its the first one is free" Seven said as he lightly trimmed Kiyo's feathers

Thirteen enters the bar, her long purple hair flowing behind her. She immediately notices Seven, casually cutting hair for the people around him. She scoffs quietly, clearly unimpressed by his laid-back attitude. The way he takes everything so casually irks her, but there’s a part of her that can’t help but recognize his skill. She takes a seat at the counter, arms crossed, watching him work. She knows he’s good at what he does, but she’s not about to let him get the best of her with his teasing and easygoing ways. A hint of frustration bubbles beneath her cool exterior as she settles in, waiting for whatever comes next.

A strange aura suddenly fills the door way, consuming the tavern, a odd sort of lingering dread, regret, and the distance voices of thousands of screaming souls. A man walks through the door way, leaving a single Katana at the entrance before walking towards the bar, the pressure felt mere moments before fading with each step, as if being sucked into the man himself.

He looked up at the newcomer almost annoyed before lowering his head again and closing his eyes.

"Hey there. Welcome to Trixie's"

Thirteen raises an eyebrow at the greeting, her expression unreadable. “...Thanks,” she says after a pause, her tone clipped but not entirely cold. She takes a seat, her attention shifting back to Seven as he continues cutting hair. Her sharp eyes stay fixed on him, watching his every move with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

Beau walks in and puts his cowboy hat on a hook, he was wear boot cut jeans, with a plaid shirt that was tight around his arms, and his cowboy boots, he walked in and smiled "howdy everyone" he did a salute and sat down at a table

The newcomer waves his hand, looking around. "Is there a bartender here? I would like to see a menu if possible."

He grabbed a menu and brought it to the newcomer "certainly. Welcome to Trixie's"

"Welcome to Trixie's sir" he said warmly.

Beau smiled waved "Hi there, do ya'll have beer?"

"Yes we do. We are basically a full-service tavern. We serve food here."

"just a beer will do for now, thank you" he smiled and nodded

"The food here is great, sir. The subs are made with fresh-baked bread. The really big guy over there? His daughter bakes cookies and muffins too" he said to Beau