Scribbles: Haircut

Neiro hummed to himself and flipped to a new page in his cover journal. He would make a separate entry in the true book later.

The events that had transpired that day would set forth a whole chain, and what he hoped would trigger Si's realization of the preternatural.

February 25, ----

Something strange happened today during our match in the Astral Pods. Up until then things had been normal, as normal as normal could be at the academy. 

Our issued challenge had, remarkably, been accepted by Silas. Granted it was an unconventional one. Esti and I as a duo against Silas in a No-Bounds match of skill.

All had been well as the two of us synchronized, and in a few well played turns, cornered Silas. 

Silas with short hair, having given it a better trim to
touch it up, though it seems to have grown out
again. Mint chocolate chip flavor.

Then it happened. To our amazement, he sliced his own hair to escape Esti's hold, and a trump later, had dispersed us both. Upon awakening from our stasis, suspended as we were. We rose for the customary handshake, yet as Silas rose, long strands fell to the ground. 

Though his expression changes little, he seemed just as astonished as we ourselves were. A insight I can thank to the privilege of being a close friend.

There was little in question as to what happened, but rather how. Astral projections are of a plane of nonexistence, separate from the tangible, or so we believed. A mere projection. 

By our theories, it was impossible for the physical to be influenced by astral manifestation. Yet somehow it did.

As of now the Astral Pods have been classified as restricted, and are in suspended use for fear of bodily harm and other malignant effects not previously observed.

On another note, Silas hasn't dyed his hair in a while so it grew out bi-colored, turns out he's greying. Though he isn't always thorough on dyeing his hair, he's never let us see the color of his roots.

~N

p.s. We're still teasing him for his surfer hair, though Esti has added hipster on top of that and taken to calling him "Mint C. Chip" or "Minty" when pressed for time. He was not amused. 

Neiro chuckled to himself and shut the diary.