005 | video | desert city

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Don't mind Mr. Blonde sitting on what used to be a couch, reloading his gun. He's got an ugly tiger-striped tie wrapped around his neck to help keep the sun off it, as well as his pair of sunglasses. ]

Anyone know if the Underground is still intact?

[ Carla had stored some water there, but he's sure as hell not going to go digging for it if it isn't. ]

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[blonderazorshiv]

I know.

[ Hands go into her hair now. He's never really done anything with someone else's hair before, but he's watched her do it enough times, and his brother had long hair. Besides, it's something to do. ]

I've still got my razor, if you want to hold onto it for a while anyway.

[dignity_misery]

[It's hardwired into the stupid animal part of her head to find this relaxing. She never complains when he wants to touch her hair, but maybe today a calm woman has a better chance of surviving the desert than an anxious one. Her arm loops around his calf, she knows where he keeps that razor when it isn't on the headboard. At least the cowboy boots will do him some good this time.]

Sure. I'll... make sure it gets back to you.

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Blonde, meanwhile, is frowning at her hair. She sure does have a lot of it. Still, he's figuring it out. ... He thinks. ]

If you're going to slit throats with it, clean it up when you're done.

[ She can go ahead and pull it out of his boot, if she'd like. He won't stop her. ]

[dignity_misery]

[That makes her smile, and she does draw the blade out, watching the sun flash on the handle before she flicks it open. She holds it loosely, but she's pretty sure she could keep a grip on it long enough to slash somebody's throat, sure.]

You have no idea what you're doing.

[An airy comment, but she also doesn't reach back to stop him.]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Her hair is gathered in his hands, and that's about as far as he's currently gotten. ]

You thought I would?

[dignity_misery]

No.

[Which means she was just enjoying the touch. It's a little bit too bad this is what they woke up to after the 14th. It could have been a nice morning.]

Whichever wrist you put the band around, take it all in that hand.

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Well, it was a nice night. Still, he has to agree -- there are better ways to wake up. ]

All right.

[ He lets her hair back down, since he's lost several strands anyway, and then gathers it back up. ]

[dignity_misery]

Stretch the band out with your other hand so you can pull the hair through.

[She runs her thumb along the edge of his razor, although she doesn't doubt he keeps it sharp.]

Make a twist in the band, and switch hands. Rinse and repeat until tight.

[blonderazorshiv]

[ There's a quiet 'mm' of acknowledgement as he focuses, stretching the band and pulling her hair through, then twisting, switching, and repeating. ]

That tight enough?

[dignity_misery]

[She shuts the razor before setting it on her leg, reaching back to give her new ponytail a little tug, setting the band tight.]

I'll teach you how to braid next time.

[She's probably teasing.]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Teasing or not, he chuckles, toothpick rolling to the other side of his mouth. ]

Sure.

[dignity_misery]

Saya know how far out she was?

[The knife goes into her back pocket and she turns to face him half-way.]

[blonderazorshiv]

She didn't say. You know how she is about details.

[ The same way he can be, when he wants to be, but it's far more annoying when Saya does it. ]

[dignity_misery]

Yeah. All right.

[Infuriating is the word Carla would use, but there was no denying that was part of the appeal.]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Not much point in standing for now, so Blonde sits next to her, fingers going to play with the tip of her ponytail. ]