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[dignity_misery]

[Carla is frowning at herself faintly in a mirror, her cheeks flushed very pink, clearly embarrassed with all of this. Her face is almost as pink as the teacup dress she's standing in. There is a childish sulky tone to her voice when she murmurs,]

...why does she even have this... [She lifts a hand to her hair uncertainly, toying with the fluffy little accessory that's been pinned into her dark hair.] Did someone give it to her as a gift?

[With one leg still in a tall cast she takes a few careful hops backwards to sit down on the edge of a bed, staring down at bare feet, toes curled - (why so much pink?) - against the floor. Her voice lifts, actually speaking to someone,]

I'll have to try your shoes another time.

[It's when she turns to look in that direction that she sees the phone. She had thought it had been tucked out of sight in her jeans, but apparently she was wrong. The realization makes the color in her cheeks darken, and her lower lip blossom into a full pout. Huff.

She defends herself lamely,]

I have better taste than this. [Most days.]


[[ooc; Nope. Couldn't resist. Open action to folks in the warehouse, cause... that's where she's at. Tsun tsun 8(]]

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I have an unfortunately sturdy temporal lobe.

[He doesn't make a move to unclip the fluffy thing either, his own hair (probably) ridiculous enough without that finding its way into the arrangement. It shifts a little as he combs out her hair with his fingers, and catches itself up in the neat fishtail pattern he starts. There's a nostalgic comfort in this routine for him, too.]

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I'll still like it tomorrow.

[Not all of the day's nuisances, but it's not the first time she's had his hands in her hair.]

You're safe from any impromptu lobotomy.

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It or me?

[It's only half a joke. He catches up the softer hairs at the nape of her neck into the arrangement.]

I can bring some of your things over tomorrow, if you tell me what you want.

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Does it matter?

[Another answer intended to stall because she doesn't really have one. This is low on the list of offenses, but liking him is often the problem.]

There's nothing I really want.

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Might matter at midnight.

[Behind her head, he quirks an eyebrow.]

Clothes, make up, whatever you wash with...

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Do I have to sit with you until then?

[Just a little wry there, smiling faintly. Maybe that would be nice.]

I've just been replacing them.

[Saya has clothes to spare, after all.]

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You don't have to do anything.

[But he's thinking about curling on the couch again, or curling up somewhere else.]

You've got at least half a foot on Saya. It's going to be a problem when you want some pants.

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I wasn't complaining.

[For once, mark this day on the calendar.]

You can sort through my things, if you want.

[She's made this sound like stalker behavior now, laughing.]

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If I wanted to go through your underwear drawer-

[It's possible he'd have found a way of doing so already. Since petty larceny became part of his job description he's learned something about how many people keep their secrets in with their lingerie.]

Just come and show me where to start.

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[Her secrets are mostly scars inside of her own head, but he'd probably find a few folded pictures of Blonde and the dog stuffed into a corner.]

You just want an excuse to visit Rex.

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I'm more of a cat person.

[It's not quite true, it's just that the ones he finds himself lumbered with seem to like him an obnoxious amount.]

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I don't really like either.

[Siiiigh.]

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[Right. He lifts and drops the finished braid against the arch of her spine.]

Maybe we should have started you with a fish. Or a geranium.

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[They'd have just ended up dead, and when he's done she turns, slightly more serious.]

It's fine. I don't need anything.

[The things in the apartment could stay there and maybe she would eventually get around to disentangling her things from Vic's things.]

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[He's left enough places taking nothing with him not to argue. Though there's one more suggestion.]

Shopping trip?

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[Because this day couldn't possibly get any more ridiculous. She looks a little flustered and confused, but still manages a faint laugh.]

Sure.

[...That she might change her mind about after midnight.]

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[It's rare he gets to show off a shiny card in this city. And while he hates himself for it, just a little, it's a form of self-repulsion he secretly enjoys. After midnight she'd probably recognise that for the mockery it is.]

Good.

[dignity_misery]

[They can play rich brats tomorrow, maybe make him buy her ice cream and everything. It might even be a fair trade off for how much he's teased her (which might be a fair trade off for how much she's teased him, but they know she's a self-centered hypocrite.)

That will have to be tomorrow though. Right now she's reaching up to pluck the ribbons out of his hair. One of which is relocated at the end of her braid to cover over the elastic. Because this day couldn't possibly be any more ridiculous.]

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[To his credit, he tries not to look too grateful to be spared the walk home with ribbons attached.]

Don't tell anyone I did that, and I'll do it again.

[He reaches into his pocket for the last of the stones he picked up earlier, tossing and catching before holding it out. One more.]

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[She considers the stone thoughtfully for a moment before putting her hand over it, leaving it there.]

I had to teach Blonde how to braid.

[Which is, in its way, a suggestion to reconsider that offer because it's one that matters to her.]

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[He's already aware how much of that relationship was built on comfort.]

Then I've saved you some time.

[Teaching him. He's arrogant enough to think she might.]

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[She doesn't quite like that answer and it shows on her face. She would prefer to be certain she was understood, but even on a different day she wouldn't have it in her to press. She just takes the stone to try again, shifting so that she has full range of motion with her arm without hitting him along the way. Two whole skips and plunk.]

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[Perhaps he hasn't understood, but he does see her face shift before his attention turns to the hop and skip across the water.]

Good one. [There's a 'we'll keep working on it' tone to his voice, as he slides a bracelet of his clasped fingertips down her forearm to her wrist.]

You said you'd still like it. If there's some greater meaning than that then I don't follow.

[dignity_misery]

[She frowns, staring at his fingers. What is she supposed to say, precisely. That she wouldn't be nearly so amiable to the act if he were someone else? That she'd likely hurt someone if they tried to sit with her like this and tend to her hair, or feed her from their hand, or pick her up.]

Not it, you.

[There's that answer.]

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[Where she allows braiding hair, he'd be relocating a toothbrush, or his own dresser drawer in someone else's space. There's going to be some dangerous confusion of values, at some point, but he doesn't misinterpret now.

Just presses a kiss, quiet, into her hairline.]