Arm the Homeless

[Well Corv was already accounted for when I asked that, so when I said everyone, I really meant everyone besides Corv.]

[Maybe you guys should just ram my door down and force me to update faster one of these days.
Also, just to make sure, everyone's okay with switching over to Mythweavers after this episode, right?]
Joan
"You're welcome."
Your father clasps his hands.
"I know you're always carrying a lot of weight on your shoulders, Joan. I'm not around as much I'd like to be, but if you ever need someone to lean on, I'll be there."
Tami, Hisako
Alphard and Aleister pop up again once the three of you have left the restaurant.
"Hmm.. I think I'm kind of jealous. Tami-chan, Hisako-chan, and Eiko-chan get to have nice food all the time, but it's hard when you're a tsukaima like me. I mean.. even a cool sorceror like me gets hungry sometimes, you know?" Aleister pouts.
"You say that like you have to eat either way," Alphard remarks. "Are you all going hunting now?"
Eiko gives an energetic thumbs up.
"Yep! Oh, but.. hey, Fujiwaka-san, Princess K. How about you guys try looking for our target this time? It'll be good practice for magical girls in training.. and one of you looks eager anyways," she adds with a grin.
Aika
"What can I say? You all must be rubbing off on me," Nekomoto banters back.
The two of you head home, Nekomoto becoming noticeably silent once you approach the door. Stepping inside, you're greeted by-
"Welcome back, onee-chan! Oh, but you're late! Mai was all alone by herself when she got home from school."
Mai has changed out of her uniform and seated herself on the couch while you were out.

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Aika
"Any time," the man replies.
You pay him for the session and make your leave from the salon. As you're off on your way, you hear Nekomoto's familiar voice again.
"Finished already? I didn't think you were the type of young lady to get her hair done."
Joan
You're not very good at hiding your face, unfortunately.
"Here."
Your father takes out a packet of pocket tissues and offers you one.
Tami, Hisako
Eiko grins at Hisako's enthusiasm.
"That's just what I wanted to hear. Then, how about we get searching already?"
Eiko heads towards the exit, motioning for the two of you to come along.
Yukari
Sure enough, you can find the specific crime mentioned here and there. There's only vague descriptions of the injuries inflicted on the victims though, so the news might not actually have that much information.

[Hisapon has the initiative so I'm not doing anything with her and Tami for this one]
Joan
"You've been trying to deal with things in your own way. I know you preferred how we lived in America before."
Aika
It's about an hour before the bleach is washed out. Your tips have been left as a dark shade of blonde.
"That's about the limit, it looks like. For best results, you should wait another two weeks before coming back for the next session," the stylist says.

Tami, Hisapon
"Alright, let's get goi- Huh? Wait, Princess K, w-where are you going!?"
Eiko returns to the table just in time to see Hisako getting up to leave.
Joan
The silence continues for a bit longer. Maybe rather than not knowing what to say, what can either of you say about the topic?
Your father sighs.
"You know, you've been working really hard, haven't you?" he says, deciding to change the subject.
Aika
The stylist gets you seated and begins preparing a mixture. After a moment, you can feel your ends being massaged in oil, with the mixture being applied some time afterwards.

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