[ 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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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.
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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.