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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 3:56 pm
"What an appropriate analogy, I love it," said Chance cheerfully. "I knew I kept you around for a reason."
There was a comb in the top desk of his drawer; Chance reached around Claude, half leaning on her to get to the desk, and tugged it out before settling back behind her again. He ran it through her hair, frowned a little in thought, and then gave another snip, followed by another.
"I sincerely hope you don't regret this later," said Chance as he worked. "I'd rather not wake up one night with my own hair shaved in retaliation..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 6:20 pm
Claude let out a soft amused snort. "Mn." Was the non-committal reply to that statement. Her fingers softly drummed on the water bottle as she felt the other shift behind her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye until he moved behind her again, and continued to sit perfectly still. "What do you take me for, Chance?" She asked, a brow quirking despite the fact he couldn't see it. "Once I set my mind to something, it's set. I don't have regrets." She paused. "Besides, if I shaved your hair, what else would I hold onto?" kuuropii You're a strong soul, taking the time and patience to do that from your phone /touches
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 10:53 am
"Good," said Chance in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. He cut off another lank of hair and let it fall to the floor in front of Claude. "Regrets are pointless, in my opinion. It's best to just do what you can and do what you want when you can."
He'd gotten about half done. A snort left his lips, Chance shifting to accommodate the other side of her hair.
"I'm sure you'd find something," he said with a smirk. "Also I can't pretend whatsoever to be a hair dresser of any kind, so if this looks shitty, blame the alcohol I haven't yet drunk."lucyal another phone tag hooorayyyy touches u
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 4:31 pm
She watched a good long lank of hair fall before her eyes. Cue another internal sigh. "You sound like a pirate." She mused, and smirked lightly. "Ah...as long as it's straight, or as straight as it can be, across, then that will do." Though it better not be shitty. She was counting on him to make it presentable...and her head felt so light, well, half of her head did. "If this looks awful, you'll be receiving full credit." kuuropii You're amazing /cry and rubs hands all over your face
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:58 pm
"I learn from the best," Chance said airily, carefully cutting off another small chunk of Claude's reddish colored curls. It wasn't so bad, this whole business, and he found it kind of amusing that she was putting this much faith in him in the first place.
"If it looks shitty, it's definitely your fault for trusting me."
Snip snip.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:09 pm
"Mn." A chunk of hair fell and of it sprawled into her lap. Keeping still, Claude moved a hand to grasp the locks, twirling it around her fingers. It was so long... The trainee snorted softly. "Point taken." A small smirk stayed on her lips at the banter as she watched her fingers twirl around the hair she had in her grasp, before she whispered: " Don't let me down, Chance."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:43 pm
"You're gonna owe me like a drink or something after this," said Chance mildly. He was almost three fourths of the way finished now; Claude's hair mostly resembled a cute bob cut, but there were still some long strands off to the side that needed to be trimmed for balance's sake.
"I won't let you down," came the noncommittal reply as he snipped off a few more locks. "Maybe push you down, but letting you down is impossible because I doubt either of us have that high of standards in the first place."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 2:29 pm
"We should start keeping a tally." Claude mused. "You owe me one or two currently." The urge to want to shake her head to feel how practically weightless her hair was now was strong. She didn't act on that though, of course, and would wait until he was finished. She paused, and then gave a soft amused snort. "Ah, you mislead me with push you down." She almost felt that the conversation had taken a turn in regards to the bed. Almost. "Yeah...in regards to this impromptu hair cut, there aren't high standards."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 3:06 pm
"I owe you a few, I suppose," said Chance mildly, slanting his head sideways and selecting a long lock of hair to pull between his fingers. He angled the scissors the correct way and then carefully closed his fingers to cut, the hair falling free onto the bed in between them.
"I don't think it was that misleading," he said lightly, and smiled, his fingers brushing over the back of Claude's neck. "But whatever you say."
One final snip and then -
"There." Chance eased himself back down onto the bed and leaned against the wall, a satisfied smile on his face. "There you go, you officially have short hair now. Feel free to tip me in whatever way you feel."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 3:55 pm
"Mhm." This was in reply to the drinks owed and to the somewhat misleading statement. Her skin goose bumped lightly at the brush of fingers on her neck, without the warmth of her long hair to cover it. Once Chance made his final snip and moved away, Claude was up on her feet in one fluid motion, her hands immediately coming up to brush and touch the new ends of her shortened hair. Her head felt so light. Every light shake of her head this way and that she could feel the locks swing. For a good few moments, the trainee was utterly fascinated with this new state. She also noted, which was most unfortunate, that her back and the base of her neck were cold. Claude looped her hands around the back of her neck, interlocking her fingers and resting them there while she turned to stare at the remains of her hair scattered on Chance's bed. "Damn." That was a lot of hair.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 4:13 pm
He really wanted a drink, but that was a bad idea, since Claude drinking when she had taken medicine. Instead, Chance just reclined back, as lazy as a cat, and smiled up at Claude, his eyes tracing the new lines of her hair.
"It looks good," he said, knocking one knee against Claude's side.
"What do you think?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 4:59 pm
Her gaze flicked from the locks of hair on the bed to Chance, her hands rubbing the back of her neck. She was silently contemplative for a moment. "I'm not sure yet." She replied, honestly. "I'm pleased from a logical stand point. The odds of getting pulled around the field by my hair are significantly less now." Claude paused for a moment. "I've always had long hair until this point though." It was different.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 5:08 pm
He gave her a look she probably couldn't see because he was behind her.
"Is hair supposed to be logical?" Chance asked, genuinely curious. He lifted his fingers and reached for one of his own ebony curls, pulling it down and releasing it after a moment. It sprang back into position, and he dropped his hand back into his lap, giving a little shrug.
"Well," he said. "I think you could look gorgeous with no hair, so I think you're good."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 5:17 pm
"No. Not unless you're here and in the division that's front line." Claude replied unwinding her hands from around her neck to start picking up the mess. She honestly still couldn't get over all that hair that came off. What was Lex going to think? She found herself curious to see his response...and most definitely couldn't wait to see Horace's reaction. She snorted, softly, already clutching a handful of her locks. "Appreciated." She murmured.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 5:21 pm
Chance watched her with a scrutinizing expression as she gathered the hair. He wasn't sure if she was upset about it, or just being sentimental, or if she was just cleaning up in general, but whatever she was doing was interesting.
He shifted a little on the bed and poked her side again with his knee.
"What are you thinking about?"
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