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That hell hound Harriet had forced me into a very uncomfortable situation.

I just couldn’t be seen like this, no way, no how. My suspicions about how much ridicule I’d receive were confirmed when Mabel poked her head of her shop as I made me way downstairs from Shampoodle.

“You actually let her try that new machine of hers?” she said with a snicker “Looking good, Mayor!” She went back inside, giggling. The last thing I heard her say was “Hey Sable! Guess what…”

I know she’s just teasing me, but most people here aren’t that cool. And you know how it is, being a man of politics, if you make a mistake or look anything other than completely professional, your ginger ass is thrown through the ringer of mockery! Thankfully, Main Street was empty, even Digby was…

…oh wait, Digby definitely saw me. Dang it! At least he was polite enough to keep quiet, I suppose.

The central village, I knew, would be the hardest part. My objective was not to travel home to hide for a thousand years, but instead to make it to Re-Tail. The reason being was that I needed this thing covering up, but there was no way the Ables would give me a hat with how much they were enjoying this little game. That, and I just blew all my pocket bells on the haircut. If Reese just so happens to have some recyclable material handy, I could whip something up fast. I’ll take a bucket at this point, just anything to conceal this orange monstrosity!

Who would have thought “as natural as can be” meant ginger? I was talking about my then-currently brown hair! Little did I know that Harriet had these colour charts beside her, a variety of shades listed from one end of a natural spectrum to the a more outlandish opposite end. Even ignoring the fact that bright orange was in the middle of this chart, COULD SHE NOT HAVE BEEN A BIT MORE DESCRIPTIVE!?

Hiding behind the first pear tree I could find; I planned my route towards the little pink shack in the centre of town. I was almost caught by Alice… twice, as I ended up going around in circles at some point. Some plan this is.

Getting my head together, I noticed a plot of land with an abundance of trees, or at least one with a higher concentration than most other spots in Place since it’s still a little barren around here. From behind a bush, I waited for Beardo and Charlise to turn their gaze elsewhere before darting like the worst ninja of all time into the thicket.

Re-Tail was just up ahead, all I had to do was sneak past a few more trees and a frog pond and I’d be in the clear. With the most delicate of tippy toes, I slowly advanced towards my goal.

It was then that Yuka emerged from Re-Tail’s front door, freezing me in place (in Place). She hadn’t spotted me just yet and begun to water the plants near the adjacent pond. I was too afraid to jump back into the cover of greenery. Any sudden movement would catch her attention, so I remained completely still – it was as if I was camouflaged.

But alas, the blue koala looked up. She squinted for a moment, as if unable to make out the bizarre mess of gangly limbs and orange hair that stood before her in an alien position. Our eyes locked like predator and prey. Perhaps I could bribe her with telekinesis. Nah, that’s silly, I don’t have any money, remember?

Finally, in typical Yuka fashion, she scoffed.
“This” she said with a roll of her eyes “has to be the most pathetic attempt at getting my attention…”

“I… sorry?”

“What? You think that because I hold my orange trees in such high regard that you can just win me over with that ridiculous hair cut?”

I slowly turned my head to see what she was gesturing at. I had apparently been stood in front of her prized orange trees this entire time – I must have blended right in for a moment. Wait, what is she talking about? Winning her over? Oh, sweet lord…

“I’ve seen plenty of desperate would-be Casanovas in my time, but you might just be the worst, Mr Mayor” she sneered. “Unless, you’re trying to steal my oranges using this disguise of yours!”

“Uh, yes…” I muttered. “That answer makes me feel more comfortable.”

“Have you no shame!” she exclaimed. “And here you are trying to boost your approval rating. Well, you want to know what I think? I’m going to bring this up with your secretary for this is just grossly unprofessional!”

“No, no, no! Wait just a sec--!”

She was gone.
Great, that’s only going to weird Isabelle out and now I’ll have to explain that I wasn’t trying to rob one of my own villagers. I walked towards with Re-Tail with a slump, too annoyed to even bother hiding from Simon who just so happened to be passing by.

“Hey, Mayor” he smiled “nice haircut!”

“Whatever…”

~Author’s Notes~
This was a very fun one to write, I love putting the Mayor in awkward situations like this. I also added some elaboration as to what Harriet does during her hair cut routine here, namely bringing the vague colour slider thingy into a less video-gamey setting.

I’m actually quite fond of the way hair was managed in older Animal Crossings as opposed to the straightforward way it’s done in New Horizons, but I understand people’s frustrations with it, which is what this little arc is all about.

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That hell hound Harriet had forced me into a very uncomfortable situation.

I just couldn’t be seen like this, no way, no how. My suspicions about how much ridicule I’d receive were confirmed when Mabel poked her head of her shop as I made me way downstairs from Shampoodle.

“You actually let her try that new machine of hers?” she said with a snicker “Looking good, Mayor!” She went back inside, giggling. The last thing I heard her say was “Hey Sable! Guess what…”

I know she’s just teasing me, but most people here aren’t that cool. And you know how it is, being a man of politics, if you make a mistake or look anything other than completely professional, your ginger ass is thrown through the ringer of mockery! Thankfully, Main Street was empty, even Digby was…

…oh wait, Digby definitely saw me. Dang it! At least he was polite enough to keep quiet, I suppose.

The central village, I knew, would be the hardest part. My objective was not to travel home to hide for a thousand years, but instead to make it to Re-Tail. The reason being was that I needed this thing covering up, but there was no way the Ables would give me a hat with how much they were enjoying this little game. That, and I just blew all my pocket bells on the haircut. If Reese just so happens to have some recyclable material handy, I could whip something up fast. I’ll take a bucket at this point, just anything to conceal this orange monstrosity!

Who would have thought “as natural as can be” meant ginger? I was talking about my then-currently brown hair! Little did I know that Harriet had these colour charts beside her, a variety of shades listed from one end of a natural spectrum to the a more outlandish opposite end. Even ignoring the fact that bright orange was in the middle of this chart, COULD SHE NOT HAVE BEEN A BIT MORE DESCRIPTIVE!?

Hiding behind the first pear tree I could find; I planned my route towards the little pink shack in the centre of town. I was almost caught by Alice… twice, as I ended up going around in circles at some point. Some plan this is.

Getting my head together, I noticed a plot of land with an abundance of trees, or at least one with a higher concentration than most other spots in Place since it’s still a little barren around here. From behind a bush, I waited for Beardo and Charlise to turn their gaze elsewhere before darting like the worst ninja of all time into the thicket.

Re-Tail was just up ahead, all I had to do was sneak past a few more trees and a frog pond and I’d be in the clear. With the most delicate of tippy toes, I slowly advanced towards my goal.

It was then that Yuka emerged from Re-Tail’s front door, freezing me in place (in Place). She hadn’t spotted me just yet and begun to water the plants near the adjacent pond. I was too afraid to jump back into the cover of greenery. Any sudden movement would catch her attention, so I remained completely still – it was as if I was camouflaged.

But alas, the blue koala looked up. She squinted for a moment, as if unable to make out the bizarre mess of gangly limbs and orange hair that stood before her in an alien position. Our eyes locked like predator and prey. Perhaps I could bribe her with telekinesis. Nah, that’s silly, I don’t have any money, remember?

Finally, in typical Yuka fashion, she scoffed.
“This” she said with a roll of her eyes “has to be the most pathetic attempt at getting my attention…”

“I… sorry?”

“What? You think that because I hold my orange trees in such high regard that you can just win me over with that ridiculous hair cut?”

I slowly turned my head to see what she was gesturing at. I had apparently been stood in front of her prized orange trees this entire time – I must have blended right in for a moment. Wait, what is she talking about? Winning her over? Oh, sweet lord…

“I’ve seen plenty of desperate would-be Casanovas in my time, but you might just be the worst, Mr Mayor” she sneered. “Unless, you’re trying to steal my oranges using this disguise of yours!”

“Uh, yes…” I muttered. “That answer makes me feel more comfortable.”

“Have you no shame!” she exclaimed. “And here you are trying to boost your approval rating. Well, you want to know what I think? I’m going to bring this up with your secretary for this is just grossly unprofessional!”

“No, no, no! Wait just a sec--!”

She was gone.
Great, that’s only going to weird Isabelle out and now I’ll have to explain that I wasn’t trying to rob one of my own villagers. I walked towards with Re-Tail with a slump, too annoyed to even bother hiding from Simon who just so happened to be passing by.

“Hey, Mayor” he smiled “nice haircut!”

“Whatever…”

~Author’s Notes~
This was a very fun one to write, I love putting the Mayor in awkward situations like this. I also added some elaboration as to what Harriet does during her hair cut routine here, namely bringing the vague colour slider thingy into a less video-gamey setting.

I’m actually quite fond of the way hair was managed in older Animal Crossings as opposed to the straightforward way it’s done in New Horizons, but I understand people’s frustrations with it, which is what this little arc is all about.

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