[ Don't worry, Vash. She has zero plans to lop an ear off. In fact she's probably being a little slower than necessary to avoid anything remotely like that. As she cuts away, occasionally she reaches to gently brush away any strands that might still be clinging to what remains on his head. ]
But it also feels like what I imagine a lion's mane might feel like.
[ She takes a step back for a moment as she finishes cutting away the bulk at least. Hopefully leaving his head feeling lighter. Next would be the more tricky part. ]
...I always wore twintails. If it makes you feel any better.
[ he's still wearing his signature turtleneck that cover him from neck down, though without the ever-present coat perhaps in concession of this haircut - but the bright blond hairs that fall down at least stand out against the black top, making it easier to pick out, right? vash doesn't immediately reply, too busy concentrating on remaining quiet and still for her to do the job with scissors ... and maybe also thinking over what she's said.
when it's this long, his hair actually might look pretty nice - not as messy - but the texture is really anything but, which mitsuru is probably finding out already; it's on this side of coarse, probably, and thick to boot. he supposes a lion does look somewhat similar ... ]
Twintails?
[ since there's no mirrors or anything like that, he can't look up to meet her eyes, but she could probably hear the smile in his exclamation. ] That sounds cute!
[ Likewise, she's happy to remain in what she hopes is comfortable quiet for most of the time. She needs to concentrate - after all, this is the first time she's had to give someone an entire haircut as opposed to offering just the tiniest trim and like anything she does, Mitsuru wants to do it as well as she possibly can. She had made sure to at least prep herself on how to do the kind of undercut that Vash favours and, handily, the darker parts of his hair offer something of a guide as to where to go with it for the most part.
As she alternates between the shears and the electric clippers for the shorter part, she does note the way the falling strands of blonde are sticking to his black turtleneck in various places... in hindsight, she really should have put something around his shoulders to catch those. It can't be helped now. ]
Hmm? [ Mitsuru laughs softly at his remark, moving round to the front of his hair now to try and get some shape back into that part - and, in the process, get it out of his eyes. She reaches to gently brush a lock of it to one side with her fingertips, her voice amused but quiet - given how close she is. ] Perhaps I should go back to those then.
[ She's particularly careful as she trims the front, running her fingers through it in a testing fashion now and again once she thinks she's taken enough off... Course yet fluffy - definitely like a lion. ] .
...Although I promise I'm doing my best not to give you another bowlcut.
[ in hindsight, maybe it would have been better to change out of the shirt - but then again, there's no way he would in the first place; better to deal with all the cut hair later, even if it might be a pain ...
anyway, this is ... kind of nice. comforting, in a way, with her hands running over his hair as she figures out how short to cut each part. relaxing, even with the presence of sharp objects so close to all his vulnerable points. it kind of reminds him of meeting with her in the library, the quiet chatting leading way into easy silence, both of them sharing the space but each in their own worlds.
when she moves around to stand in front of him, vash closes his eyes out of sheer reflex; he still remembers how he didn't, the first time rem had cut their hair, and it got into his eyes and he'd cried for a full ten minutes trying to get the fragments out - he'd rather not do that again. at least he's got his glasses off again this time too, so there's no danger of it getting in the way.
with his eyes still closed he mumbles out, trying to keep himself from opening his mouth too wide - though he does smile, a little. ] It's alright. I trust you.
[ Trusts her enough for her to wield sharp implements around and/or near his face at the very least she figures. Like him, she feels relaxed, despite the pressure she's silently putting on herself to get this done well.
When the intermittent sounds of the snip of scissors and whir of the clippers finally cease and she decides that she might be done here, Mitsuru takes a step back to look over her handiwork. It's pretty close but- ]
...I may have taken just a little too much off.
[ Not that it looks bad, far from it... It's just... shorter than how he usually has it. ]
[ hey, that's actually a big deal, you know! or actually, don't know ... but maybe ignorance really is bliss, you know? he wouldn't want her to feel even more pressured than she already is, after all.
when he feels her hands pause, and the noises of the whirring machine stop, vash carefully opens an eye to peer up at her, giving a small, hesitant grin. ]
Is it ... done?
[ it's probably in hindsight, but he should have brought in a mirror or something ... not that there's any other mirrors here than what's built into the wall in the bathroom.
after another glance at her to gauge her expression, vash reaches up to run his fingers through the newly-shorn hair, the glass-green fingers catching at what's left of it and sending scatters of fallen hair from his shoulders to his lap with the motion.
It is. It’s just a little shorter than how you had it previously.
[ She reaches to rearrange a few strands as he grins up at her, ridding him of a few more clippings that were still clinging on and silently lamenting how many of them have gotten onto his black turtleneck.
Also being low key embarrassed that she had taken off more of his hair than she had meant to. Not that it looks bad, it’s easily recognisabe as the same style as before. It’s just different - shorter. ]
I am sorry for that. However, I… actually like it.
[ but that would involve taking his shirt off and that can't happen!
almost as though he read her mind, vash looks down at all the scattered hair down his shirt and lets out a little laugh - strange how it seems so much more when it's cut then when it was attached to his head, right? ] Don't worry about it - I can clean this up easily!
[ after she has left, of course - so mitsuru might just need to be careful about where she's stepping if she doesn't want to take some home. ]
I didn’t realise my opinion on your appearance mattered that much to you.
[ She’s teasing him, clearly. Again. Reinforced by the amused smile on her face and the way her fingers brush through his hair one final time to both rid him of any further loose strands and to assess her handiwork once more. ]
You aren’t obligated to like it just because I do.
[ the touch to his hair is nice. unassuming, because she's more concerned with checking over her work than any other ulterior motives ... he's had plenty of people go for the neck and head, sorry! but nevertheless, this reminds him of when rem used to cut their hair - she liked them to look neat - so he finds himself relaxing just a fraction further, closing his eyes with a faint smile. ]
[ Again, she notes how different it is to see him actually looking relaxed... or some way close to it at at least. It's... nice. She's way past done needing to remove any more stray hairs yet she feels a pull to keep doing what she's doing, perhaps let him relax even further and keep his eyes closed like that.
You know, if that wouldn't be odd. She slowly removes her hand, almost giving away that slight reluctance to do so. ]
...I think we're all done here. [ A pause and she smiles. ] Don't fall asleep. I'm not catching you when you fall off that chair.
[ when she takes her hand away there's a slight pang - he recognises it for what it is, a now-familiar sense of longing, but something that he's learned to try and ignore by now.
you're just using them to stave off your loneliness, his brother had said - one of many variations of such while the ruins of the town fell all around them. vash can't help but to remember those words as he opens his eyes again, the blue eyes catching the overhead light brightly before he drops his head, ducking it down with an awkward smile as if he can't help but to instinctively hide the inhuman markings that would stand out on the surface of his iris and sclera.
he isn't using them. he isn't.
(ignoring the fact that he did ask for her help, after all.) ]
vash finally opens his eyes as he feels the other move away, and he catches sight of her beginning to clear all the equipments brought for the job at hand. instantly, he sits at attention. ]
Um, let me help!
[ except when he moves, there is an absolute waterfall of recently shorn hair that falls to the floor. rip vash ... ]
.... Haha, [ after a little pause, he laughs - awkward and sheepish. ] Maybe, um, I'll go grab a pan and brush ...
She might be asking herself that same question right now... ]
It's fine, really. I'll just put these away and then I should be heading ba-
[ Thankfully the cascade of hair provides enough of a distraction to allow her to finish putting all of the equipment away without him involving himself. ]
That would probably be wise.
...In hindsight we really should have thought to put a towel on the floor.
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[ Don't worry, Vash. She has zero plans to lop an ear off. In fact she's probably being a little slower than necessary to avoid anything remotely like that. As she cuts away, occasionally she reaches to gently brush away any strands that might still be clinging to what remains on his head. ]
But it also feels like what I imagine a lion's mane might feel like.
[ She takes a step back for a moment as she finishes cutting away the bulk at least. Hopefully leaving his head feeling lighter. Next would be the more tricky part. ]
...I always wore twintails. If it makes you feel any better.
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when it's this long, his hair actually might look pretty nice - not as messy - but the texture is really anything but, which mitsuru is probably finding out already; it's on this side of coarse, probably, and thick to boot. he supposes a lion does look somewhat similar ... ]
Twintails?
[ since there's no mirrors or anything like that, he can't look up to meet her eyes, but she could probably hear the smile in his exclamation. ] That sounds cute!
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As she alternates between the shears and the electric clippers for the shorter part, she does note the way the falling strands of blonde are sticking to his black turtleneck in various places... in hindsight, she really should have put something around his shoulders to catch those. It can't be helped now. ]
Hmm? [ Mitsuru laughs softly at his remark, moving round to the front of his hair now to try and get some shape back into that part - and, in the process, get it out of his eyes. She reaches to gently brush a lock of it to one side with her fingertips, her voice amused but quiet - given how close she is. ] Perhaps I should go back to those then.
[ She's particularly careful as she trims the front, running her fingers through it in a testing fashion now and again once she thinks she's taken enough off... Course yet fluffy - definitely like a lion. ] .
...Although I promise I'm doing my best not to give you another bowlcut.
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anyway, this is ... kind of nice. comforting, in a way, with her hands running over his hair as she figures out how short to cut each part. relaxing, even with the presence of sharp objects so close to all his vulnerable points. it kind of reminds him of meeting with her in the library, the quiet chatting leading way into easy silence, both of them sharing the space but each in their own worlds.
when she moves around to stand in front of him, vash closes his eyes out of sheer reflex; he still remembers how he didn't, the first time rem had cut their hair, and it got into his eyes and he'd cried for a full ten minutes trying to get the fragments out - he'd rather not do that again. at least he's got his glasses off again this time too, so there's no danger of it getting in the way.
with his eyes still closed he mumbles out, trying to keep himself from opening his mouth too wide - though he does smile, a little. ] It's alright. I trust you.
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When the intermittent sounds of the snip of scissors and whir of the clippers finally cease and she decides that she might be done here, Mitsuru takes a step back to look over her handiwork. It's pretty close but- ]
...I may have taken just a little too much off.
[ Not that it looks bad, far from it... It's just... shorter than how he usually has it. ]
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when he feels her hands pause, and the noises of the whirring machine stop, vash carefully opens an eye to peer up at her, giving a small, hesitant grin. ]
Is it ... done?
[ it's probably in hindsight, but he should have brought in a mirror or something ... not that there's any other mirrors here than what's built into the wall in the bathroom.
after another glance at her to gauge her expression, vash reaches up to run his fingers through the newly-shorn hair, the glass-green fingers catching at what's left of it and sending scatters of fallen hair from his shoulders to his lap with the motion.
was it him, or did it feel shorter? ]
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[ She reaches to rearrange a few strands as he grins up at her, ridding him of a few more clippings that were still clinging on and silently lamenting how many of them have gotten onto his black turtleneck.
Also being low key embarrassed that she had taken off more of his hair than she had meant to. Not that it looks bad, it’s easily recognisabe as the same style as before. It’s just different - shorter. ]
I am sorry for that. However, I… actually like it.
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almost as though he read her mind, vash looks down at all the scattered hair down his shirt and lets out a little laugh - strange how it seems so much more when it's cut then when it was attached to his head, right? ] Don't worry about it - I can clean this up easily!
[ after she has left, of course - so mitsuru might just need to be careful about where she's stepping if she doesn't want to take some home. ]
As long as you like it, I like it too!
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[ She’s teasing him, clearly. Again. Reinforced by the amused smile on her face and the way her fingers brush through his hair one final time to both rid him of any further loose strands and to assess her handiwork once more. ]
You aren’t obligated to like it just because I do.
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[ the touch to his hair is nice. unassuming, because she's more concerned with checking over her work than any other ulterior motives ... he's had plenty of people go for the neck and head, sorry! but nevertheless, this reminds him of when rem used to cut their hair - she liked them to look neat - so he finds himself relaxing just a fraction further, closing his eyes with a faint smile. ]
I'm not. I'm glad you're happy with your work.
Thank you.
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[ Again, she notes how different it is to see him actually looking relaxed... or some way close to it at at least. It's... nice. She's way past done needing to remove any more stray hairs yet she feels a pull to keep doing what she's doing, perhaps let him relax even further and keep his eyes closed like that.
You know, if that wouldn't be odd. She slowly removes her hand, almost giving away that slight reluctance to do so. ]
...I think we're all done here. [ A pause and she smiles. ] Don't fall asleep. I'm not catching you when you fall off that chair.
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you're just using them to stave off your loneliness, his brother had said - one of many variations of such while the ruins of the town fell all around them. vash can't help but to remember those words as he opens his eyes again, the blue eyes catching the overhead light brightly before he drops his head, ducking it down with an awkward smile as if he can't help but to instinctively hide the inhuman markings that would stand out on the surface of his iris and sclera.
he isn't using them. he isn't.
(ignoring the fact that he did ask for her help, after all.) ]
Haha, I won't fall off. Sorry ...
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[ What is he even apologising to her for? Mitsuru hesitates a moment, as if debating as to whether she should go on before doing so, ]
…It’s nice. To see you more calm.
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[ maybe it's because of how quiet she's being, or even just how oddly relaxed he is; in any case, it's somehow easy to admit it, right now. ]
It's been a while since someone did this for me.
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...Well, I'd be happy to do it again for you if you wish.
[
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........... ]
The hair cutting I mean. Of course. If you need assistance again at a later date.
[ Right, okay. Let's start packing those clippers and scissors away again. That sounds like a really good idea right about now. ]
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vash finally opens his eyes as he feels the other move away, and he catches sight of her beginning to clear all the equipments brought for the job at hand. instantly, he sits at attention. ]
Um, let me help!
[ except when he moves, there is an absolute waterfall of recently shorn hair that falls to the floor. rip vash ... ]
.... Haha, [ after a little pause, he laughs - awkward and sheepish. ] Maybe, um, I'll go grab a pan and brush ...
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She might be asking herself that same question right now... ]
It's fine, really. I'll just put these away and then I should be heading ba-
[ Thankfully the cascade of hair provides enough of a distraction to allow her to finish putting all of the equipment away without him involving himself. ]
That would probably be wise.
...In hindsight we really should have thought to put a towel on the floor.