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 Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:54 pm
"Hose don't miss much if you know how to move and stuff." he stated. Ifrit rinsed and swished his hands around once he'd finished cleaning, clearing his paws of the remaining soap.
He looked at the filtered and cycled water. the boy had a point, but most tubs and basins weren't like this one. "I guess...but water in a basin back home would be stagnant. We don't have a fancy tub, orright?' he said.
He moved back to the edge of the tub, resting his arms on the edge and looking at the boy with a smirk.
"You were so. It's just like when you realized I wasn't wearing clothes. Why blush so much? We're both boys..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 3:25 pm
"Was not!" Yazoo protested angrily as he walked back towards the smirking boy. "You wouldn't like it if I was running around naked, so don't be smart."
Stopping in front of Ifirit he pointed at the water and barked "Rinse!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 7:20 pm
He kept smirked, still leaning on the tub in a smarmy manner. "Sure you weren't. And if you really wanna run around in your nudy-pants, I'd not gonna judge. I know how to keep my eyes above the waist." he smirked teasingly.
He sunk back as the boy snapped at him, feeling a little indignant. Always with the yelling! Still, he didn't let his smirk falter too much this time. He was getting used to the boy' habit of snapping and yelling and getting all huffy with him. It was annoying, but he figured if he was going to hang out with the silver-haired boy, he'd have to get used to it. He was such a drama queen!
He rolled his eyes and rinsed the suds off, standing up with his arms crossed. "Are we done yet?
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 1:45 pm
Sighing Yazoo threw his hands up and said "Yes. Happy now?!"
Turning away he reached for one of the huge towels on a nearby rack. Why the other boy had to tease him so much he had no idea but it was starting to wear his nerves thin.
"And don't shake! Squeeze the water out of your hair into the tub then use this to dry off." he finished dropping the white fluff on the shelf by the gold hand grip before walking from the room.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 10:41 am
Ifrit had his body poised to give himself a mighty shake, but he stopped himself as the other one spoke up. Don't shake off? Why not? it was really useful in ridding his fur of extra moisture. Sure he used towels, but those came after a good shake-off.
He relaxed and sighed. Strange, strange boy, his one was with his tubs and oils and no-shaking rules. He nodded and waited for the boy to leave before he gave his mane, at least, a mighty shake. He squeezed the rest of the water out and crawled out, wrapping the towel around him.
He gathered up his necklace and bangles again, carefully clipping them back on before heading out after Yazoo.
"Okay, so now whadda we do?" he asked.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:57 pm
When Yazoo turned to face Ifirit he held in his small hands a comb and some clippers. "Well first we're gonna cut those horrid nails of yours." he said squeezing the clippers a couple times to show what was about to happen.
Hopefully the other boy wouldn't try to run. If he did that he might even have to restrain him he thought absently.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 7:30 am
Ifrit pulled the towel tighter. Trim his claws? What use would they be trimmed? They wouldn't be able to scratch properly for one; and how would he get good traction for when he was climbing?
"But...that'll make them useless." he frowned. "How'm I gonna scratch an' climb an' defend m'self?"
He backed up a bit. He wasn't scared, he just through that was another pointless action. He could see the tub and the cleaning- okay, some people went all-out. But his nails weren't that bad, right?
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 2:11 pm
Frowning in kind Yazoo started forward. "Does little thing have to be a fight with you?" he asked genuinely annoyed now. How could a person go through life with so little hygiene knowledge?
"We are clipping your nails and then I'll get started on your hair.... er.... mane thing." he said not quite sure what the boy called the mop of fur on his head.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 6:32 pm
He snugged the towel closer again, scowling. It wouldn't be a fight if the other didn't insist on such silly things! He supposed it'd be easier to humor the other...his claws would grow back, right? Alex always had to trim them down anyways...
With a sigh he stuck his right hand out of the towel. "Okay, fine. Don't cut too much though...it hurts when you cut too much."
At the mention of his mane, though, he regarded the other warily. He wasn't going to cut it, was he? Oh no, he would NOT allow that. There was a line to be drawn. "I wanna make one thing clear, though- you ain't cutting my mane. Stronger men have tried an' failed." he scowled with determination.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 1:45 pm
"We'll see." was all Yazoo said as he took hold of the offered hand and began clipping where the thinnest part was. He had no intentions of cutting the mane but he wasn't about to tell Ifirit. Let him sweat a little.
Clipping away happily he used a file to round the edges so they wouldn't snag any clothes the other boy ever did decide to wear.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 6:36 pm
Ifrit scowled as the other boy carefully clipped at his nails. We'll see? Oh, no 'we'll see' about it! He was not touching his mane. He wasn't nervous, just irritated. He wasn't afraid to headbutt someone who got too close...or potentially set fire to something.
"Ain't no 'we'll see' about it. I dare ya to even try, pal." he said confrontationally.
He didn't like his claws being cut and dulled, but he put up with it. He was glad when it was finally over. This seemed like it was taking forever for him to get in suitable shape. He didn't see how people managed to put up with this routine every day. It seemed like it would take way too long to even bother with.
"So what now? We almost done? I'm bored."
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 6:56 am
Rolling his eyes when yet another threat left the boys mouth Yazoo finished what he was doing to the nails and began to brush out the stangles from the mane.
The conditioners and shampoo had done their job and now it was twice as easy to comb out. Taking his time because he knew that ifirit was becoming antsy he couldn't help but hum a little cause he was being a brat.
"Can't put a time limit on how long this will take. You let it go for so long." he replied between bars of humming. This was gonna take as long as he felt it should. After having to deal with the other boys foul temper he wanted to have a bit of his own back.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 1:09 pm
His hair brushed out fairly easily, fortunately for both boys. Ifrit seemed almost relaxed as the other one brushed his hair, quieting down for once, eyes closed.
"Hm, jus' watch th' ears an' horns..." he murmured gently.
He puffed a bit, displeased that he might be sitting through this silly ritual for some time. At least the brushing felt a lot better now that the conditioner had helped to work the snarls out.
"...fine." he grunted. He sure wouldn't be doing this again anytime soon...
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 2:41 pm
Yazoo made sure to pull the brush through one hundred times as he had been taught. Once he was finished though he decided that the now shining mane needed something to make it stand out a bit.
Carefully braiding certain strands throughout the hair he clasped beads to the ends of each braid and sat back to admire his talents. The other boy looked very exotic now.
"There. All done. You can look now." he said in a satisfied tone.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 3:01 pm
He tolerated the brushing for a good while relaxed and comforted by the actions. It felt good, like getting a back-rub. When the other stopped, he grunted a bit in irritation, but settled once more when the braiding began. It was less interesting, but it still felt better. At least it was better than the bath. Maybe, if Alex was careful, he'd let the other brush his mane out more. The baths though? He'd stick to once a week by hose.
When the other said he was done, Ifrit got up and shook his mane, looking in the mirror at the braids interspersed through the mane. He wasn't sure how he felt about the beads but...eh, he'd deal.
"'S nice. Beads are a little fruity, though." he stated, adjusting the towel a bit.
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