He tries to imagine being trapped and just as desperate as he had been when Cehd'ra had found him. Would the need grow as the bells passed? Would he lose all sense? It might be wise to merely...satisfy the drive and be done with it. The alternative was a loss of control even he could not fathom.
Tellingly, he doesn't actually respond to her joke. ...he may also be slightly humorous as a person.
However, her fingers draw his attention - gooseflesh rises on his neck - and he gives a small shake of his head. ]
[He didn't dismiss the idea. That means it remains one of the possible plans for dealing with a angry, fishy Estinien come a bad turn of the moons. Though the other plans are 'cast Sleep on him and then jump out the window' and 'allow him to subject you to his urges' and... so really, the first plan seems like the best one.]
It's not too bad, I think.
[With that said, she watches him go... but also watches him from the corner of her eye for any reaction to how his hair looks. She'll put away her equipment and then go looking for a broom, but all the while she's keeping an ear and an eye on him.
It's definitely shorter. A little shorter than he normally keeps it, and the cut is fairly blunt in places, but it's mostly even. It would look fine enough tied back, surely.]
I don't doubt it is far better than what I attempted before.
[ And he finds, once he moves to the only mirror in his apartment, that his assumption is correct: he looks much, much better than he did earlier. She replicated his usual hairstyle to a decent degree and now he can turn his head and stand much more easily than before.
He brushes his shirt off one last time, then returns. ]
I'm satisfied.
Thank you, Dakki.
[ Estinien isn't a man that often thanks, but credit where credit is due. ]
[He'll return to find that she has almost finished sweeping the floor. She looks up from her task expectantly, eager to hear his thoughts... and oh. He's grateful. It was good!]
You're very welcome!
[Her face just lights up. He's happy! She's done her job well! There are few things more gratifying than that.]
You look very good!
[Because... he does. Much more himself, even if he's still a little scaley and such. In her delight, she can't quite keep herself from saying as much.]
[He absolutely should take her word for it. His looks are very good, especially when you can see more of them than just his mouth and chin.
Dakki is a little surprised at his continued insistence on compensating her for all of this. Is there something that she wants? Not really, nothing material. Just his friendship is reward enough, just his ongoing presence in her life here... and she can't very well say that out loud, can she? It sounds ridiculous and needy.]
I'm fine! But if you're insisting... treat me to another one of those fizzy drinks, sometime?
[There. That's small, and reasonable, and also those drinks were very nice. She'd like to try some other flavors.]
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He tries to imagine being trapped and just as desperate as he had been when Cehd'ra had found him. Would the need grow as the bells passed? Would he lose all sense? It might be wise to merely...satisfy the drive and be done with it. The alternative was a loss of control even he could not fathom.
Tellingly, he doesn't actually respond to her joke. ...he may also be slightly humorous as a person.
However, her fingers draw his attention - gooseflesh rises on his neck - and he gives a small shake of his head. ]
The only mirror I have is in the bathroom.
I will check.
[ And so he stands, brushing off his shoulders. ]
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It's not too bad, I think.
[With that said, she watches him go... but also watches him from the corner of her eye for any reaction to how his hair looks. She'll put away her equipment and then go looking for a broom, but all the while she's keeping an ear and an eye on him.
It's definitely shorter. A little shorter than he normally keeps it, and the cut is fairly blunt in places, but it's mostly even. It would look fine enough tied back, surely.]
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[ And he finds, once he moves to the only mirror in his apartment, that his assumption is correct: he looks much, much better than he did earlier. She replicated his usual hairstyle to a decent degree and now he can turn his head and stand much more easily than before.
He brushes his shirt off one last time, then returns. ]
I'm satisfied.
Thank you, Dakki.
[ Estinien isn't a man that often thanks, but credit where credit is due. ]
those sparkles tho
You're very welcome!
[Her face just lights up. He's happy! She's done her job well! There are few things more gratifying than that.]
You look very good!
[Because... he does. Much more himself, even if he's still a little scaley and such. In her delight, she can't quite keep herself from saying as much.]
we otome game now
He has never been terribly mindful of how good he looks; he will take her word for it. ]
I know you did not ask for it, but I'm willing to provide compensation for your efforts on my behalf.
Is there anything you want?
oh no how did we get on this route
Dakki is a little surprised at his continued insistence on compensating her for all of this. Is there something that she wants? Not really, nothing material. Just his friendship is reward enough, just his ongoing presence in her life here... and she can't very well say that out loud, can she? It sounds ridiculous and needy.]
I'm fine! But if you're insisting... treat me to another one of those fizzy drinks, sometime?
[There. That's small, and reasonable, and also those drinks were very nice. She'd like to try some other flavors.]
it's because dakki's cute :3c
like Batmanprevents him from being blinded by ash and smoke and dragonfire.He gives a short nod. ]
Very well.
Another round of drinks, at a time of your choosing.
[ It is not as though their lives here are particularly busy. ]
Shall we fade out?
Sometime after the moons aren't full, maybe?
[Because it will be easier for both of them to enjoy the experience if they're not scaley and feathery
and thirsty.With her proposal made, she bends over to finish sweeping up the last of the clipped hair. Now, where to throw this out...?]