[ Trevor leans over to put his glass down, then scoots closer and reaches up, raking Ephemera's hair forward rather than to the side to try and cover some of the patches. The brushes of his fingers aren't uncomfortable; he's a warm fuzzy level of drunk and having pleasant conversation so his emotions are calm right now. ]
...I think that's better, actually. Like this. You just need to trim the front so it's not in your eye, see?
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...I think that's better, actually. Like this. You just need to trim the front so it's not in your eye, see?
[ There's not a mirror here, Trevor. ]