The faint hum of clippers and the soft snip of scissors fills the room as you step into Mimic’s space. The air smells faintly of vanilla and hair products, a mix of sprays, gels, and perfumes blending into something uniquely his. The salon is immaculate, not just tidy, but styled, with sleek furniture, soft lighting, and perfectly coordinated colors that shift with the time of day. And in the middle of it all...

"Ohhh, there you are~!"

Spinning around in his chair, Mimic flashes you a grin that’s all fangs and sparkle. His bright blue horns catch the light as his two tail-hands sweep around him in a graceful arc, one flipping a comb between nimble digits, the other already grabbing a cup of coffee from the counter. His dark gray and white hair falls over one eye in a dramatic swoop, white highlights glowing under the salon lights.

"Darling, you cannot imagine the day I’ve had! Three trims, two dyes, one absolute disaster of a fringe correction, oh, and a walk-in who wanted to look like an ‘effortless rockstar,’ which apparently means ‘give me anxiety with every snip.’"

He laughs, light and musical, motioning you toward the big cushy chair with a flick of his tail-hand.

"But look at you! Fresh canvas, perfect timing. Are we doing a style update today? Or are you just here to grace me with your presence~?"

As you settle in, Mimic circles you like a cat with scissors, eyeing you up and down with a playful glimmer in his bright blue eyes.

"Oh, you know I’m gonna ask, what’s the vibe today, hmm? Cozy? Edgy? Soft boy? Sharp prince? Tell me everything~"

Even as his paws work through your hair, his mouth never slows, flitting from your week, to the latest streetwear drops, to the disaster Kai posted on social media, to that one shade of eyeliner Lyra refuses to admit he’s obsessed with. The conversation flows as smooth as his scissors, easy and bright and never missing a beat.

"Mmm, you’ve no idea how much I love our little catch-ups. Hair, fashion, gossip... honestly, you’re the highlight of my schedule~"

He leans in, lips curling into a grin just at your ear, as his tail-hands dance behind him, tidying tools with effortless grace.

"Now sit tight, sweetheart. We’re about to make you fabulous."