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It was at that moment that Tommy burst through the bathroom door, a bottle of styling gel in hand. Two strides in, and he stopped in his tracks, quirking an eyebrow at the man who stood near the sink, not quite processing much of what he was doing but focusing instead on what he had heard him say just as Tommy was entering.

"......Yes, dicks are quite good for ********." His lips quirked up into a smile as he made the rest of his way toward the mirror, setting down the bottle in his hand next to the sink. "So is, excuse my language, p***y, but I suppose it is all a matter of preference, no?" His voice was cheerful, and lilted with an Italian accent.

He gave the man next to him a sidelong glance, a pierced eyebrow lifting, only now seeing just what it was he was doing, before his smile widened.

"That." He turned, and gestured towards the cast. "Is rather a lot of dicks."

Tommy was unscrewing the lid on his pink container of gatsby hair wax, giving the man beside him amused glances from time to time, mostly via the mirror, until the other man scoffed and spoke, which made Tommy chuckle a little before he dipped his fingers into the wax and began using it to style his flat, light purple hair.

"I do not have many relatives to work with. Well, none that I am aware of. I suppose the father I never met could have had many other children besides me." He admitted, his brow furrowing slightly as he began to meticulously manipulate and spike each piece of hair exactly how he wanted it to look.

"Though I would say those I worked with often were much like family to me. I do miss them, now that I am here. Would you miss yours, if she were gone?" He asked, seeming rather curious considering he was a complete stranger.