[ light blue it is! he fidgets through the tools for a bit, coming up with a clipper and a bottle of lotion and some other stuff? good enough. he plops into one of the chairs and smiles at shenhe, gesturing to the chair across from him. come sit. please do not notice his emotions being like this. ]
[she gives all of those things a suspicious look, but then does finally make her way over and sit across from him. her hands are what you'd expect - calloused, and not in the best shape. she lives out in the woods, it's lucky that she knows how to cut her nails.
she has long, slender fingers, though, and her hands are very, very steady. they don't shake at all when she lifts them.]
[ he will take her hand in one of his and settle in to start...doing the manicure thing. cleaning up her nails, to make sure they're even. his hands are steady, too, soft and clean and callous free.
for a moment, he just settles into content companionship - and it's in that moment that a little more emotion comes out. it's not obvious - like most things about fei du, it's subtle, just a whisper - but there's a feeling of companionship, there. he's genuinely enjoying it. ]
she doesn't mind not speaking, comfortable like this. occasionally there are little bits of emotion that are like tiny pings of ! and ? when he does the nail stuff, but nothing that would translate to protesting. and as he settles - she does too.
there is a sense of something like trust. it's slow, and unsteady, but. she trusts him to touch her hands, to brush her hair. it's important.
she likes the companionship, too, the small amount of it she can feel. it smooths out the frown on her face.]
he is very good with this tiny little brush, and the color goes on nice and smooth, with no chips or bubbles, no mistakes. it's a very nice blue color! and when he finally pulls back from it, focused, he tilts his head up and gives her a little smile. ]
There. What do you think of that? Be careful - you'll have to hold still until it dries.
[there's like... this faint feeling of happiness, but it's more like. acceptance? like being accepted. relief, maybe. she lifts her hand to look at it.]
his feelings are as faint as hers - there's a match of something affectionate, dim as it is. ]
Well, it's much easier to do it to someone else, then on your own hands - I wouldn't count yourself out that easily. [ hehe. ] You picked a good color - it matches your eyes.
[there's a little bit of fluster, there, actually. it doesn't show on her face at all, but she does shift, which is a marked difference from the way she sits very, very still normally. like a statue made of ice.]
[ oh, cute....? that's adorable. there's a very small flicker of "aww" in his emotions, but he doesn't say anything about it, just suppressing a smile. ] I have a friend who's into that scene of things moreso than me.
He is. He's got a wild sense of fashion, though - his hair is this tall.
[ he reaches up to hold a hand over his head in the shape of a tall mohawk, a little amused. he keeps weird company, sometimes. ] And truthfully, it's coming into fashion for men to do so too, nowadays.
[ gender equality and shit
but, oh! the hair thing! he makes a little noise and stands up from his seat, moving to put stuff away. there's a little emotional ! to it. ] Sure. It got a bit messy, didn't it?
[O: tall hair... she knows some people with some strange-ass hair, so this tracks.]
Yes. Buzen also tried to braid it but he is not very good at it. [she looks like she's about to help him, and then just. stops, because her fingernails are still drying. pouts instead.]
I think that man rushes through just about everything he does, doesn't he?
[ but he will grab a comb with a smile to a shadow lady and settle in behind her to start undoing the braid and comb out the tangles. it is a very therapeutic, relaxing motion; honestly, he's in his element here. ] All you have to do is relax, darling.
Yes. There is not really a way to stop him, sometimes.
[but - anyway. she settles, and closes her eyes. he can comb out her hair and honestly like, do whatever he wants with her hair. she has a lot. it's long, silver, and black at the ends - i realized none of her icons show this off but it's like this.
she does in fact relax when he brushes through her hair - it's almost meditative. slow inhale, slow exhale.]
this is nice, though. it's not really the kind of thing he does often, short of a few years of giving pretty girls attention when they fawned all over him, but it's become sort of a bonding thing. subconsciously, he remembers the same gesture - the slow, easy stroke of the comb - and finds himself falling into the same breathing pattern. ]
A bit like a puppy. [ lol. ] I don't mind fixing it up for you, if it happens again.
shenhe will feel it - there's a soft, warm sense of muted affection. he's touched. ]
Then, I feel very honored. I'll make sure to do a good job with it.
[ cute. he will continue combing through her hair, just like that. ] I can show you a few things here that might help you take care of it better than the soap and shampoo we have in the warehouse.
[ mistakes were made. thankfully he's not like, gu yun and is actually smooth and recovers from it.
that little uwu sensation is cute. the little bite is cute! it's very charming - she'll feel an emotion that's a little less hidden, this time, a friendly warmth and fondness. ]
I'll try to remember. [ and he gives her hand a little squeeze. ] May I return the favor?
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Alright, come here.
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she has long, slender fingers, though, and her hands are very, very steady. they don't shake at all when she lifts them.]
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for a moment, he just settles into content companionship - and it's in that moment that a little more emotion comes out. it's not obvious - like most things about fei du, it's subtle, just a whisper - but there's a feeling of companionship, there. he's genuinely enjoying it. ]
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she doesn't mind not speaking, comfortable like this. occasionally there are little bits of emotion that are like tiny pings of ! and ? when he does the nail stuff, but nothing that would translate to protesting. and as he settles - she does too.
there is a sense of something like trust. it's slow, and unsteady, but. she trusts him to touch her hands, to brush her hair. it's important.
she likes the companionship, too, the small amount of it she can feel. it smooths out the frown on her face.]
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he is very good with this tiny little brush, and the color goes on nice and smooth, with no chips or bubbles, no mistakes. it's a very nice blue color! and when he finally pulls back from it, focused, he tilts his head up and gives her a little smile. ]
There. What do you think of that? Be careful - you'll have to hold still until it dries.
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[there's like... this faint feeling of happiness, but it's more like. acceptance? like being accepted. relief, maybe. she lifts her hand to look at it.]
You did a much better job than I did, however.
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his feelings are as faint as hers - there's a match of something affectionate, dim as it is. ]
Well, it's much easier to do it to someone else, then on your own hands - I wouldn't count yourself out that easily. [ hehe. ] You picked a good color - it matches your eyes.
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[there's a little bit of fluster, there, actually. it doesn't show on her face at all, but she does shift, which is a marked difference from the way she sits very, very still normally. like a statue made of ice.]
... Would you also paint yours?
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[ oh, cute....? that's adorable. there's a very small flicker of "aww" in his emotions, but he doesn't say anything about it, just suppressing a smile. ] I have a friend who's into that scene of things moreso than me.
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[there's no judgement, she's just curious. a pause, and then:] Oh, I had meant to ask if you would re-braid my hair for me, as well.
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[ he reaches up to hold a hand over his head in the shape of a tall mohawk, a little amused. he keeps weird company, sometimes. ] And truthfully, it's coming into fashion for men to do so too, nowadays.
[ gender equality and shit
but, oh! the hair thing! he makes a little noise and stands up from his seat, moving to put stuff away. there's a little emotional ! to it. ] Sure. It got a bit messy, didn't it?
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Yes. Buzen also tried to braid it but he is not very good at it. [she looks like she's about to help him, and then just. stops, because her fingernails are still drying. pouts instead.]
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I think that man rushes through just about everything he does, doesn't he?
[ but he will grab a comb with a smile to a shadow lady and settle in behind her to start undoing the braid and comb out the tangles. it is a very therapeutic, relaxing motion; honestly, he's in his element here. ] All you have to do is relax, darling.
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[but - anyway. she settles, and closes her eyes. he can comb out her hair and honestly like, do whatever he wants with her hair. she has a lot. it's long, silver, and black at the ends - i realized none of her icons show this off but it's like this.
she does in fact relax when he brushes through her hair - it's almost meditative. slow inhale, slow exhale.]
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this is nice, though. it's not really the kind of thing he does often, short of a few years of giving pretty girls attention when they fawned all over him, but it's become sort of a bonding thing. subconsciously, he remembers the same gesture - the slow, easy stroke of the comb - and finds himself falling into the same breathing pattern. ]
A bit like a puppy. [ lol. ] I don't mind fixing it up for you, if it happens again.
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I'd like that. [she murmurs. and then, after a minute:] I don't like people to touch my hair, mostly.
[but there's no distress, right now, or discomfort. he's apparently the exception to the rule.]
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shenhe will feel it - there's a soft, warm sense of muted affection. he's touched. ]
Then, I feel very honored. I'll make sure to do a good job with it.
[ cute. he will continue combing through her hair, just like that. ] I can show you a few things here that might help you take care of it better than the soap and shampoo we have in the warehouse.
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[curious... she likes that little bit of affection, actually - it's nice. it's wild, to know what other people are feeling.]
Fei Du. [she says - maybe a little abruptly, kind of interrupting her own self.] We are friends, right?
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there's a beat. ]
... Yes? [ fei du blinks, looking at her over the mirror. ] Why do you ask?
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I wanted to make sure. Can I have your hand for a moment?
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he smiles
and plays dumb ]
Oh? What for?
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also we're pretending its tuesday or whatever. anyway.]
I need to bite people I feel affection for, Fei Du. [she has no shame re: this at all she just explains it gently like, you dummy, did you forget]
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he blinks a little stupidly, and - thankfully recovers with a huff of a laugh, a second later, shaking his head. ]
The rule - I forgot all about it! I'm sorry. [ but he will offer his hand over her shoulder for her to take. ]
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You should not forget things like this. Wolfwood nearly threw a fit at me because I didn't tell a secret until Sunday. [but
she will take his hand, and very gently bite his knuckle with a muted sense of uwu]
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that little uwu sensation is cute. the little bite is cute! it's very charming - she'll feel an emotion that's a little less hidden, this time, a friendly warmth and fondness. ]
I'll try to remember. [ and he gives her hand a little squeeze. ] May I return the favor?
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