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 Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 11:20 pm
Maebe was stunned stiff when he flecked paint at her - and then wiped it so that it spread all over her skin. She couldn't compute that this had just happened. She tilted her head in confusion. Then she punched Shiloh in the shoulder. "You're, okay, just, the worst ever." She remarked, grabbing the brush from the jar. "Bend your head. I guess I'm going to do your roots without gloves, and with war paint. Who knows how it'll come out."
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 11:39 pm
"Ow, Maebe," he whined, rubbing his shoulder. "I didn't mean to! Are you always so punchy?" But he leaned forward and closed his eyes, bending his head in front of her obediently anyway. Shiloh didn't really think she'd screw up his hair, at least he hoped she wouldn't. He opened one eye to peek at her, trying to gauge her expression. He knew he was asking for trouble, but he asked the question anyway. "You know what you're doing right?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 11:59 pm
"No." She piped up, lifting the brush and painting his roots. It was unclear as to whether she was answering his first question, or his second. Or maybe both. By the way she was slathering it on, the answer was probably both.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 9:04 pm
"Look Maebe," he reasoned, "I know you're mad at me but my hair didn't do anything to you, there is no reason to take your issues out on my poor hair." Shiloh was starting to wonder if he'd guessed wrong by the way she was glopping the brush onto his head. It was too late to back out now, and for better or for worse, he was going to have to let her finish doing his hair. "Just try not to wreck it too much, okay? I am still holding your hair up nicely you know."
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:22 pm
She liked hearing the worry in his voice. It made her snicker, and her strokes became less like slaps, and more like actual painting strokes. "Fiiine." She whined out, taking greater care to actually do it right. "I'm not really mad at you." She informed him, only after a few moments of silent painting. "I mean, I'm not happy with you either, and I think you're kind of an idiot for not bringing gloves. But. It takes a lot more than that for me to actually get mad." She finished brushing through all of the roots, even going so far as to reach in and flatten or move the hair to make sure every strand was covered. "So don't worry too much." Then she put the brush down. "All done." She announced, punctuating the remark by sliding her wet pink fingers down his face.
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 1:14 am
Shiloh settled with a sigh of relief when she relented, and let the brush glide against his roots, rather than smacking the colour on. It's not like she could really screw up his hair, the only way it could go was pink, and though he hadn't told Maebe this, he often got lazy when doing his own hair, and missed spots, ending up with hints of blonde poking through. It was likely she could do no worse. "Hey, I don't usually use them, totally not my fault. If you wanted them, you should have said something! It's not like this stuff comes in a box, with a steady supply of gloves handy, that stuff's all extra you know and it's a lot of effort to go out and get all that extra stuff. Besides, it's not like the pink won't fade, you'll be fine." His shoulders relaxed when she finally set down the brush, and he sat up, only to feel the wet trail of her fingers down his cheek. He stared at her for a moment, blinking stupidly in disbelief. "W-what?" Then he clasped his hand to his face, and glared at at her. "Maebe! You did that on purpose, ugh, give me that brush!" He snatched for it, intent on returning her makeover favour.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 12:42 am
Maebe grinned and backed away, grabbing the brush and the paint just in time to pull it away from him. "HEY! Don't you dare, I was just getting you back for flicking all that paint in my face! And then spreading it. Now we match! That's what you always wanted, right?" She held the paint and brush behind her back, still grinning with mischief. "Besides. Pink is your color. We'll call you, Chief Fluffernutter. Strong like bull. s**t."
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 4:40 pm
He snatched after her, grabbing onto her arm. His grip was loose, the gesture more playful than anything, and though his tone was serious, his eyes were laughing. "Hey, Maebe, if you ever call me that, I am going to make sure that you leave this bathroom covered head to toe in pink." Then he gently guided her towards the shower. "Now rinse."
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 11:56 pm
The most genuine peal of laughter tumbled out of her when he grabbed her by the arm, and she tried to shuffle backwards away from him. His threat was a thousand times funnier, after that. Plus now she was going to call him that forever. The brush was still in her hand even as he guided her to the shower, because she didn't trust him to not go back and get it. So she turned the shower on, and held the brush into the water, letting it clean off there. "Fine, fine. Just go over there and no peeking, Chief Flutternutter." The towel was removed, and set where it wouldn't get wet. She didn't actually check to see if he wasn't peeking, but if he gawked, which somehow she knew he wouldn't, he would get punched right in the teeth. Her head dunked into the shower, soaking the hair until it flattened against her, and the floor ran pink with blood dye.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 5:31 pm
She was right about the gawking, once he pushed her into the shower he made sure to avert his gaze. It was part politeness for a lady, even if she wasn't particularly lady-like, and part avoiding of any awkwardness. It's not that he'd never seen girls before, just never in the shower, and admittedly, never on purpose. He always seemed to walk into the wrong places at the wrong time, but he never meant any harm. "You're lucky that brush is clean, Maebe," he laughed, making a face at her and his new nickname. He tossed his own towel someplace safe and stepped over to another shower head, turning on the spray and bending his head beneath it. His hair didn't need so nearly long a wait, usually several minutes was more than enough to get the pale pink he wanted.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 4:23 am
"Yeah. Right. So lucky." As if she hadn't been the one to make sure the brush was clean herself. She rolled her eyes and dunked her head back under the water, shaking and squeezing her hair in intervals until the water started to run clear. Then she squeezed one last time, getting all the water out, and washed herself off real quick. This part was the easy part. But now, she knew she had a pink streak in her wet, messy hair, and she was dying to see it. She wrapped the towel back around her body after using it to dry off, once the shower was off. Then she hopped out and waited for Shiloh to finish, her side facing him and her face tilted away. "Are you done yeeet." She whined in impatience.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 4:37 am
"Hey, hey, hey!" he yelped, "Who said you get to peek?" Not that it really mattered, since a quick glance confirmed that she wasn't really peeking. But still, if he didn't, she didn't. He finishing rinsing his hair, and tousled it dry with the towel before wrapping it around his waist. Shiloh stepped out the shower, his hair brighter and falling damply over his shoulders. He tapped her shoulder gently, grinning. "You know, if you whine like that, it just makes me want to go slower."
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 6:22 am
"As if I'd want to see anything you're packing. Don't flatter yourself, buddy." She snickered, keeping her eyes on the far wall until he tapped her shoulder. When she turned around, she regarded his bright hair, and gave an approving nod. "Yeah, well, don't." She warned, reaching out to tap his shoulder with her fist. "I live in the fast lane, buddy. Try to keep up." She bent her head slightly, letting her hair fall over her shoulders. "So how does it look?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 5:59 pm
He stared at the first that had bumped his shoulder. First she insulted his manhood, and now another warning? Two could play at that game, Maebe, and it was time for some sweet, albeit playful, revenge. She tilted her head, and her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, pretty as ever. The highlight had turned out perfectly, if he did say so himself, and it was the perfect accent for her hair, and her attitude. Just blonde had been to serene for such a punchy devil. But he didn't compliment her yet, deciding instead to play a little joke. She asked him how it looked, and he glanced over at her, putting on his best expression of horror. "It, uh, well, it'll grow out right?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 8:11 pm
Maebe's eyes widened just slightly at the comment, and his expression, before turning and bolting out of the showers.
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