[ 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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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.