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 Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 2:43 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
Tearing off another piece and keeping his fingers as close to the edge as possible, he offered it up—and then quickly pulled it away when she moved to chomp down, biting half off to enjoy himself before innocently offering her half again.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 3:34 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
Chel ignored the second offer, took off one of her gloves, reached under the sink for a pink bottle and then poignantly slapped it onto the counter next to his bottles.
Watch yourself, she told him with a raised eyebrow and gloating eyes.
Then she put the glove back on and went back to combing. Being as hot as it was, part of her natural blonde hair had begin to dry towards the back, and Jack got the ever rare glimpse of it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 4:13 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
Jack scoffed as if not phased by the threat and finished the rest of the piece, glancing at the patch of blond. It was always a little strange to remember both of them weren't naturally unnatural. That, and the blond just reminded him of the world of Knights.
"Soooooo gooooood," he sighed as he tore off a third, holding it out to her without pretense this time once she faced him. "Anything prompting the blue, or is it another just 'cuz?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 4:20 pm
Hair raising adventure
"Blue looks good on me," she said with a shrug, biting down on the bread and holding it between her lips as she worked. Clearly this had become routine for her. "Better than blonde."
She shrugged and since she already had the pink out, she figured it wouldn't hurt to streak it through the blue. Why the hell not after all.
"Not bad," she told him, having finished the small piece. "Now we just gotta teach you the spaghetti that goes with it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 4:27 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
"It's noodles," he commented with a little grin, "so I'm already halfway there. Remind me for next time."
He sat back as Chel applied the second color and set the tray aside. "So am I looking at my future, bubblegum, or are you just gonna keep me in suspense still?" He was probably going to nag every step of the way until it was done.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 4:51 pm
Hair raising adventure
"S'the sauce that's hard." She gave him a worried look. "F'you can't even make the sauce then we're really in trouble." She laughed at that. It was always good remembering there was SOMETHING she could lord over Jack. He was so good at everything else she sometimes forgot.
Bubblegum was a name she liked and her grin showed it. But it ran a little too close to Skittles. "I mean f'you want somethin' like this sure." She was about halfway done but there was still plenty left in the bottle. "But ... I'd feel weird with matchin' hair. Dunno. I don't want none ah that gross matchin' coupley s**t."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 5:04 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
"I'll handle noodles, you handle sauce. Problem solved!"
He chuckled and stuck his tongue out, childishly mocking the idea of matching up. "No thanks. Christ, are you telling me you don't even know what hell I'm gonna come out of this looking like yet?" He picked at his hair idly, having a hard time imagining it as anything other than green. "I'm not supposed to have a choice, I keep telling you that. Bet slave."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 5:18 pm
Hair raising adventure
"I'll handle the whole meal and you handle the payment," she argued, giving him a lecherous grin that mirrored the one he so often made.
She finished up the blue and turned a little bit, the gesture that he look for any spots she might have missed. "I already got stuff planned for you ... I just ... I dunno. You're not my slave. Don't wanna give you somethin' you'll hate." Which sort of defeated the point of the bet.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 7:34 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
He barked a laugh as he got up and said, "Deal."
Leaning in to take a closer look, Jack turned her this way and that a few times, always particularly thorough despite them both being experts at this point, before finally patting her shoulder and giving her the go ahead. "I made you dress to the nines," he pointed out as he returned to his seat, grabbing a towel in passing to cloak his shoulder, "which, as I recall, was not a happy time for you either. Think of it as less bet slave and more--"
He almost said revenge, but even that word was becoming something of an awkward topic now.
"--getting back at me for daring to make you look fancy."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 7:37 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
Chel smiled because both of them knew full well that that wasn't possible for her. She didn't think of others' discomfort as fun, no matter who they were. Even his admonishment of Stormy made her uncomfortable in some way.
"Alright, alright," she said, waving her hand. Seeing as the hair dye needed time to set, she figured it was as good a time as any to swap gloves and get started on him. "Go get your hair wet. I'll get my torture ready."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 8:26 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
"As you wish, Captain Boss." He probably should have done that while she was getting her color in but, well, garlic bread. Ironically saluting her, Jack took his shirt off and went to stick his head in the shower. Despite its length, he never had to take too long as he didn't have particularly thick hair.
A few minutes later he came back, towel around his shoulders and hair dripping. "I just realized you look like the inverse of Parish," he noted. "Double glad now you didn't subject me to that."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 8:51 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
She at least whistled when he took his shirt off for effect. While Jack showered, Chel took her gloves off, threw them in the trash and ate her fill of garlic bread while she waited. It really was good. He was trying and she had to be proud.
(A tiny part of her was annoyed; if he got good at this too, what else would he take?)
"I look better," she said automatically. It was always jarring seeing Jack with nearly-blonde hair. It happened routinely and it still made her cringe. Jack looked good with anything and had he said he was suddenly switching to blonde she would have loved him just the same, but he looked so much better without it.
She patted him down to sit and pulled the towel up to dry off the remaining hair he'd left dripping. "Dumbass," she tutted him, moving for her dye bottles. She clipped the bottom half of his hair with the hair clips he might recognize from when she did her orange.
While Chel worked she was nearly professional. No smiles and chatter like usual, just the extreme focus that came with her detail oriented behavior she displayed when working on other people. The first color was a deadish plum color and she was relieved to watch it fade the blonde out of existence.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 9:11 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
"Yup," he replied with a lopsided smile to both statements.
Like an idiot, he'd forgotten to bring his iPod with him. The process wasn't overlong, but he still liked to fill the time with music. Jack wasn't willing to interrupt her when she got in the zone, however, and so he merely relaxed, closed his eyes, and started to hum. Most times they dyed their hair together, he preferred having Chel do his anyway--not just for the eye for detail she had, but because it was another excuse to get her fingers in his hair.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 9:19 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
As if reading his thoughts, Chel said, "Damn, should've put the player on 'fore we started." Her room was small enough that the little player in her living room reached the bathroom easily. Maybe it annoyed the neighbors to have it turned up that loudly, but Chel never really cared about her neighbors.
After the purple was in she lifted the clips and went to worth with a dark, dark brown. Not quite black, but close enough to be mistaken for black in the right lighting.
Partway through her own timer for her hair went off and she said, "Hold on," with an affectionate shake of his head (not like she could kiss him or anything remotely intimate with the state of their heads).
Her shower bled blue and purpleish pink for a while (giving Jack time to look at her work thusfar if he wanted) and then she returned with her towel around her head. The towel was bound to get ruined anyways.
Just as silently as she left she finished the rest of her work, scratching the underside of his head lightly when she came around to it because she knew he liked the feeling. The whole way through she kept hesitantly looking in the mirror, avoiding eye contact. She was worried it might be too far out from his normal style, or that he might not like what she was about to do next.
Dye was dye and the deed was done though. He knew the drill; let it keep for the timer and then wash it out just like she'd done. "Once you wash it out I'll cut it." Yeah. Just gonna slide that in there. Cutting it. No big deal.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 9:47 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
He indeed snuck a peek and was a little surprised at the color choice. Chel had accustomed him to bright and eclectic mash ups, and so he had assumed she had planned something similar for him. But neither the purple was bright nor the black--not black, Jack noted belatedly, as with a tilt of his head the light reflected the wrong highlights--nor the dark brown meant to accentuate that missing neon color. It wasn't a combination he would have ever considered, to be honest; but then again, he didn't exactly stray from green and teal.
Not bad, just...different. He let his reflection sink in until Chel motioned him back to finish the job. (Forgetting again that he could have retrieved his iPod in that waiting time.)
She didn't have to worry much about eye contact. Jack's eyes quickly fell closed again when she indulged him with a few scratches, sending pleasant shivers up his neck. He was almost half-asleep by the time the dye set in, and he yawned as he pulled himself from the chair. Watching the water swirl into the drain reminded him again: not green anymore. He hadn't considered how much that part of his appearance had been a staple.
Pressing the towel tight against his hair after wringing it out, Jack wiped his feet on the rug and stepped back to the chair. "Cut," he echoed with a curious glance. "Huh. Guess I'm due for a trim." It was neutral out of patience and anticipation; he wasn't going to make a judgment until Chel was finished.
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