[ reki isn't sweating all that. kaoru's perfectly capable in his eyes, so he meanders to the bottle on the counter and pours him another glass. he's on his way back when kaoru asks him that, and then — if you thought his smile was already on its brightest setting, you thought wrong. ]
Can I ever.
[ the glass is delivered back into kaoru's hand as reki slides in behind him, curiously peering at his friend's reflection in the mirror. ]
With a crook of his finger he beckons Reki to his bathroom, where he opens a sleek black box containing four wooden combs of different widths and three brushes: boar bristle, round, detangler.
He also opens a cabinet with various styling products on one shelf, and fragrances in elaborate glass bottles on another.]
Be gentle. If there's any breakage, I'll have to charge you for a deep conditioning treatment.
[ this is, to be perfectly honest, almost exactly what reki was expecting. and yet his brows still rise at the sheer elegance of it all, so much more of a wonder to behold here in person. now he's kind of starting to get why kaoru likes all this fancy stuff.
with the proper amount of careful reverence, he retrieves a bottle from one of the cabinets and twists it in his hand, eyeing the label as he unscrews the cap and sniffs its contents. ]
Relax. Long as you don't thrash around or try to bite me, this is gonna be a treat. Sit down, get comfortable.
[But, okay, fine. He'll sit down and hope that Reki sniffing his products for unknown reasons isn't a bad omen. He can call the whole thing off at the first sign of trouble anyway, he reasons.]
[ reki doesn't dignify that first question with anything more than a low snicker. the bottle, apparently, smells good enough to take with him — smells like money, fuck yeah — but he has to rifle around for the pins and clips. ]
Every morning, three times in a row. Four if I'm lucky.
[ it's so hard to resist snapping an alligator clip to the tip of kaoru's nose now that he has one. that look crosses his face, and his eyes shift, but ultimately he decides to clip it to his collar and start piecing out kaoru's hair. ]
[Smart move to have an ounce of impulse control, Reki. Kaoru did not protest the part about his potential for biting, and that might have been an unpleasant way to find out.]
Ah. You have sisters, then.
[That much is easy enough to piece together from the context. And it explains why Reki's movements feel so practiced and assured. So far so good, honestly. Not least of all because he gets compliments out of the deal, too.]
Yeah, that's part of it. You're mostly just blessed with a wicked mane.
[ it's so silky and heavy and a dream to play in. right now, he's carefully crafting a section of hair to curl loosely around his finger and press against the crown of kaoru's head, leaning back to view it from a better angle. ]
We're gonna do somethin' really fun with it, right?
[He's well aware of what he has going for him. And thank god, it's increasingly seeming like Reki knows what he's doing while he has his hands all up in such a valuable asset.]
Keep in mind that I can and will cancel and refuse to go in public with you if you make me look like a clown. But otherwise... why not? [He's seen paint and graphite smudges on Reki's hands before.] Have your artistic freedom.
[ well. that rules out the foxtail he was planning on shaping out of this handful of hair. still looks cute before he lets it unfold back across his palm and gives it a few spritzes. ]
Hell yeah, that's the spirit. Promise you're in good hands.
[ completely smudge-free, for the record, as they trace the hair along kaoru's temple and pin it atop his head. the paint, though, that's never coming off. ]
[He glances down at his fingernails, and after a moment, pulls a glass file out of a drawer. As long as he's sitting here, he might as well have something to do with his hands.]
But I figured I'd let you surprise me this time. Isn't that more interesting?
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Can I ever.
[ the glass is delivered back into kaoru's hand as reki slides in behind him, curiously peering at his friend's reflection in the mirror. ]
Got a brush? And some spray.
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With a crook of his finger he beckons Reki to his bathroom, where he opens a sleek black box containing four wooden combs of different widths and three brushes: boar bristle, round, detangler.
He also opens a cabinet with various styling products on one shelf, and fragrances in elaborate glass bottles on another.]
Be gentle. If there's any breakage, I'll have to charge you for a deep conditioning treatment.
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with the proper amount of careful reverence, he retrieves a bottle from one of the cabinets and twists it in his hand, eyeing the label as he unscrews the cap and sniffs its contents. ]
Relax. Long as you don't thrash around or try to bite me, this is gonna be a treat. Sit down, get comfortable.
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[But, okay, fine. He'll sit down and hope that Reki sniffing his products for unknown reasons isn't a bad omen. He can call the whole thing off at the first sign of trouble anyway, he reasons.]
Do you do this often?
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Every morning, three times in a row. Four if I'm lucky.
[ it's so hard to resist snapping an alligator clip to the tip of kaoru's nose now that he has one. that look crosses his face, and his eyes shift, but ultimately he decides to clip it to his collar and start piecing out kaoru's hair. ]
Yours is the nicest I've ever seen, though.
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Ah. You have sisters, then.
[That much is easy enough to piece together from the context. And it explains why Reki's movements feel so practiced and assured. So far so good, honestly. Not least of all because he gets compliments out of the deal, too.]
I take good care of it.
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[ it's so silky and heavy and a dream to play in. right now, he's carefully crafting a section of hair to curl loosely around his finger and press against the crown of kaoru's head, leaning back to view it from a better angle. ]
We're gonna do somethin' really fun with it, right?
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[He's well aware of what he has going for him. And thank god, it's increasingly seeming like Reki knows what he's doing while he has his hands all up in such a valuable asset.]
Keep in mind that I can and will cancel and refuse to go in public with you if you make me look like a clown. But otherwise... why not? [He's seen paint and graphite smudges on Reki's hands before.] Have your artistic freedom.
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Hell yeah, that's the spirit. Promise you're in good hands.
[ completely smudge-free, for the record, as they trace the hair along kaoru's temple and pin it atop his head. the paint, though, that's never coming off. ]
You guess where we're going yet?
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[He glances down at his fingernails, and after a moment, pulls a glass file out of a drawer. As long as he's sitting here, he might as well have something to do with his hands.]
But I figured I'd let you surprise me this time. Isn't that more interesting?