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[@Old Amsterdam]

Just like that they left. It seemed like a waste of space, didn’t it? Haircutting places. Because they kick you out if you cut your own hair. The man was taking a long time asking him a lot of questions that didn’t make sense. Didn’t you just cut hair and then it was done?

He didn’t understand what all the fuss was about style, about length. Cut meant it wouldn’t get in his way. He just followed Travis, thinking about his new experiences today. He didn’t know if he liked it very much either. Wasn’t there any other way of living, then back there or here?

Here seemed like a lot of extra steps. But back there was a lot of hurt and a burning questioning about one’s own identity.

Kristian felt like he was a burden to Travis, where else was he supposed to go though? He would have thanked Travis fi someone hadn’t bumped into him. 

A girl with red hair and purple eyes. He paused, she was pretty, but she seemed really nervous. She was lost and he looked away a little. He felt his heart racing for some reason. He didn’t know what this sensation was staring at her, her pale skin that glistened, and she smelled human. That didn’t deter from her angelic like appearance.

“Err, I wouldn’t be good at directing you…..I’d get lost too,” he told her truthfully. He knew nothing of this place, Or how to guide anywhere there.

He hesitated because he didn’t want to offer Travis’ time. So he just fidgeted staring at her. What now? Why did he feel this rush suddenly?