From b815d2dce429e900cd7f3744df7fcca2d671add7 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: =?UTF-8?q?=E3=83=AA=E3=82=AD=E8=90=8C?= Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2025 23:08:26 +0200 Subject: [PATCH] story: long hair --- content/hair.dj | 87 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 87 insertions(+) create mode 100644 content/hair.dj diff --git a/content/hair.dj b/content/hair.dj new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cfe1c88 --- /dev/null +++ b/content/hair.dj @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +title = "long hair" + ++++ + +It was yet another day working at the office. + +We had a peculiar little lady here handling some paperwork. +I'm not sure what she did exactly. +I've seen her time and time again, passing by. +I remember all too well how she looked, even though I don't know who she was, what she did, or even her name. + +A brown, short dog. +Fur quite dense. +Dark eyes. +And most of all, _really_ long, _really_ thick, blonde hair. + +Her hair was so long it was like a second tail. +Except, it just trailed across the floor behind her. + +I was honestly surprised how well she managed it. +It was very shiny and well taken care of. +But I can't imagine how much of a pain it must have been to wash and stylise every day. +Not to mention it getting caught on doors and stuff. + +Surprisingly enough, I've never actually seen her knock anything over with it. +Guess it was years of practice. +It must have taken so long to grow that hair in the first place, too. + +Anyways. +As I was saying, it was yet another day, working at the office. +I was headed to the elevator, and happened to bump into the lady on my way there. +Her papers scattered across the floor. + +--- Oh god, I'm so sorry. Are you alright? --- I asked as I helped her pick up the pages.\ +--- Yeah. + +We picked up the papers and got into the elevator. +Both of us, 8th floor. +Moment of awkward silence. + +--- You know, long hair is kind of a pain. --- she said out of nowhere. --- I couldn't even see you there in the corridor.\ +--- Yeah, I imagine... + +4th floor. + +--- Why have it then?\ +--- ...I'll show you once we're up there. + +8th floor. +We get out of the elevator, and turn into a corridor. + +--- Hoi, Mimi! --- she whispered. A little white critter peeked out of her hair! --- I just can't leave her alone, and she doesn't feel comfortable around people. --- she commented, stroking the critter's fur. + +The little critter went back into her hiding spot. +Not trying to hide the surprise on my face, I asked...\ +--- ...why, uhhh, _whaaaat_?? + +She took a deep breath. + +--- My parents gave her to me when I was little. +She was always so scared of people, yet didn't want to be left alone.\ +--- What's... that got to do with growing your hair to an absurd length?\ +--- Well... back then, my hair wasn't as long, but it was just as thick. +So, knowing she'd be safe and sound and invisible, she immediately picked it as her hiding spot. +Went with me everywhere she could. +But I always felt like her place was really cramped... + +...so I started growing my hair out. +To give her more space to play in. +It's really thick, so you can't really see it from outside. +But she's there, every day. --- she smiled. + +I nodded, still in awe. + +--- Just... don't tell anyone, please. +I wouldn't want to stress her out. --- she told me.\ +--- Sure thing. + +And we went back to work. + +To this day I remember this little secret. +How there's a critter in her hair. + +Nobody else knows about it. +I still find it kind of unbelievable. +But now, if I look closely, sometimes, I can just barely make out Mimi hiding in that long, blond hair... +