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I walked to the kitchen.
And pulled open the top drawer.
Spoons, chopsticks, and various kitchen utensils shifted around as I rummaged through them.
"Hm..."
There it was.
A pair of scissors.
I held them up and gave them a quick inspection.
Still sharp.
At least, sharp enough to cut hair.
When I returned, Yuna was already holding a comb in her hand.
"I got it."
"Good."
"Now go get the small stool."
Yuna fetched the little stool she usually used when helping out in the kitchen or reaching for things on the high shelves.
Then, she placed it right in the middle of the room.
"Shift it a little over here."
The stool scraped softly against the wooden floor.
"Now what?"
"Take a seat."
Yuna promptly sat down.
Back perfectly straight.
Hands resting on her thighs.
Like a student waiting for a test to begin.
I stood behind her.
And stared at the scissors in my hand.
"..."
"..."
For some reason, I felt the need to double-check something first.
