[This is drawled in Hiruma's direction one of these days, seemingly out of nowhere. Jesse is lounging in the kitchen when he sees him enter and decides to ask. It's not really a big deal. He doesn't bring it up in any way that would imply that it is, but doesn't specify immediately either.]
There are too many goddamn people in this housing block.
[hiruma sighs irritably, the flare of temper at the site of his coffee bag having been opened. time for extreme measures. time to ration it; requests will be processed and judged on hard work. the fuckers. he pulls it from the cupboard, winds it closed tightly, and turns to jesse like he's only just heard him.]
[Smirking at that temper flare, as he's felt it many times before. It helps that he doesn't have a cup of coffee idling in his hands at this very moment. Jesse shifts his elbows forward on the table and gestures out to Hiruma, friendly with a flick of a hand.]
Noticed you got a trim. Before I landed here, used to keep my head shaved. Think you could manage lending a hand with something like that?
[while not the request he expected, this one is innocuous enough.
favours are always iffy, when coming from his own mouth, so trusting other people to restrain themselves is hard to do. hiruma has to stifle the smirk that threatens to spread at the thought of giving the poor bastard a crazy 'do.]
We don't have clippers, y'know. We've only got scissors and other very sharp things.
[The way he answers implies he's considered this long and hard before asking anybody. If he could do it himself, he would. Someone he trusts with wielding 'very sharp things' during a considerably vulnerable moment is the next best thing.
Is it stupid to trust Hiruma with his hair and a razor? Maybe.]
I'm sick 'a hacking at inches with scissors. That, I can do on my own. This I need help with.
[Oh-- okay. We're jumping right into it. Jesse is only a beat late in following him out to the living area. So Rose was the one who trimmed his former mane, huh?]
[at the order, fingers thread into jesse's hair--and tug his head back just a little bit farther.
it's to ease the press of closed scissors just beneath his friend's jaw where his pulse sits, the metal chilly. of course, this a hilariously empty threat, made obvious by the way the corner of his mouth twitches.]
Don't get a big head, or I'll misconstrue the saying "a little bit off the top".
[that said, hiruma seems pretty happy to follow the suggestion, choosing locks of hair to snip--it's like harassing a barbie!]
[getting as close as the scissors will allow, hiruma decides to shear away the hair close to the ears first, so the rest he can simply mow down with no particular finesse involved.
once the majority of the hair is gone, it's going to be difficult to get so close to the scalp, but they can overcome that when they get to it.]
You should have indulged in frosted tips. They would suit your personality.
If I had dye, I wouldn't be wasting it on myself either. Not when it'll simply grow out again. I looked like a very ill skunk.
[pushing jesse's head to the side, the distraction slowing his words as he concentrates. as funny as it'd be to just go hell for leather on this and get it done quickly, hiruma really doesn't want to nip his friend's ear with the scissors. god knows they're riddled with tetanus, or something.
they both know hard work takes time, and neither of them are raring to go somewhere, anyway.]
That said... duct tape wouldn't get this much up— there, look, it's perfect!
[standing back a moment, to admire the mohawk with a fit of very manly giggles.]
[A cooperative customer, Jesse allows Hiruma to nudge him in any direction. Definitely not gonna rush him. It's a confusing thing when he begins fussing with what's left--god, that stupid giggling can't be a good sign.
He lifts his hand and feels it out.]
What did you-- oh, nice. I'll go with this instead, real practical.
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[This is drawled in Hiruma's direction one of these days, seemingly out of nowhere. Jesse is lounging in the kitchen when he sees him enter and decides to ask. It's not really a big deal. He doesn't bring it up in any way that would imply that it is, but doesn't specify immediately either.]
You down?
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[hiruma sighs irritably, the flare of temper at the site of his coffee bag having been opened. time for extreme measures. time to ration it; requests will be processed and judged on hard work. the fuckers. he pulls it from the cupboard, winds it closed tightly, and turns to jesse like he's only just heard him.]
Sure, what is it?
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[Smirking at that temper flare, as he's felt it many times before. It helps that he doesn't have a cup of coffee idling in his hands at this very moment. Jesse shifts his elbows forward on the table and gestures out to Hiruma, friendly with a flick of a hand.]
Noticed you got a trim. Before I landed here, used to keep my head shaved. Think you could manage lending a hand with something like that?
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[while not the request he expected, this one is innocuous enough.
favours are always iffy, when coming from his own mouth, so trusting other people to restrain themselves is hard to do. hiruma has to stifle the smirk that threatens to spread at the thought of giving the poor bastard a crazy 'do.]
We don't have clippers, y'know. We've only got scissors and other very sharp things.
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[The way he answers implies he's considered this long and hard before asking anybody. If he could do it himself, he would. Someone he trusts with wielding 'very sharp things' during a considerably vulnerable moment is the next best thing.
Is it stupid to trust Hiruma with his hair and a razor? Maybe.]
I'm sick 'a hacking at inches with scissors. That, I can do on my own. This I need help with.
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[shifting aside, he plucks open the nearest drawer and grabs the infamous rusty scissors.]
Nurumi cut my hair in the main area, so the mess was easier for that magical asshole of a broom to find. Get up.
[grabbing a spoke on one of the kitchen chairs, it's hefted, and hiruma drifts out of the kitchen.]
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You ever do this before?
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No way!
[hahahahahahaha, oh you.
setting down the chair, pat-patting the seat.]
I've taken care of my own before, but with the lack of product for it, it's fucked off. Sit.
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I'm gonna end up wearing hats for a month, aren't I?
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there's a catch, and a very sudden snip.
the chunk of hair floats to the floor.]
Now you'll look like a dumb-ass, should you reconsider.
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Get to work, bitch.
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it's to ease the press of closed scissors just beneath his friend's jaw where his pulse sits, the metal chilly. of course, this a hilariously empty threat, made obvious by the way the corner of his mouth twitches.]
Don't get a big head, or I'll misconstrue the saying "a little bit off the top".
[that said, hiruma seems pretty happy to follow the suggestion, choosing locks of hair to snip--it's like harassing a barbie!]
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I'm shakin' in my shoes.
[Maybe he shouldn't antagonize the person in control of scissors and hair, though.]
Can't mess up bald. Or can you?
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[getting as close as the scissors will allow, hiruma decides to shear away the hair close to the ears first, so the rest he can simply mow down with no particular finesse involved.
once the majority of the hair is gone, it's going to be difficult to get so close to the scalp, but they can overcome that when they get to it.]
You should have indulged in frosted tips. They would suit your personality.
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[Frosted tips. Asshole. He buries a snort and sits patiently while months' worth of hair is snipped away.]
No duct tape this time, a'ight?
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[pushing jesse's head to the side, the distraction slowing his words as he concentrates. as funny as it'd be to just go hell for leather on this and get it done quickly, hiruma really doesn't want to nip his friend's ear with the scissors. god knows they're riddled with tetanus, or something.
they both know hard work takes time, and neither of them are raring to go somewhere, anyway.]
That said... duct tape wouldn't get this much up— there, look, it's perfect!
[standing back a moment, to admire the mohawk with a fit of very manly giggles.]
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Yeah. You did.
[A cooperative customer, Jesse allows Hiruma to nudge him in any direction. Definitely not gonna rush him. It's a confusing thing when he begins fussing with what's left--god, that stupid giggling can't be a good sign.
He lifts his hand and feels it out.]
What did you-- oh, nice. I'll go with this instead, real practical.
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Y'know, this doesn't look half bad.
[sucking a canine with a moment of silence for the supa hip mohawk.]
Shame you'd just bitch about it.