[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?
but he'll take her hand - pull it up to his mouth, and like the charmer he is, presses a kiss to her knuckles before he returns the little bite, a gentle nip. momf.
[the kiss absolutely throws her off - she's flustered by it, in the sort of "what why" way, but thankfully she has enough restraint to not suplex him into the shelves.
he returns her hand, and she wrinkles her nose at him.]
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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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but he'll take her hand - pull it up to his mouth, and like the charmer he is, presses a kiss to her knuckles before he returns the little bite, a gentle nip. momf.
and then return her hand. ]
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he returns her hand, and she wrinkles her nose at him.]
People like to do that to me, I've found.
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?? ] Bite you?
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What I meant is at least one other person has had the desire to kiss me.
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