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I'd make a very ugly damsel...

Nah. [ Ephemera leans back, grinning. He's feeling the alcohol now, but that's fine. The moment was complicated at the start, but it feels good just to talk to someone. To have a friend. ] You'd make a handsome damsel.

Is that a thing? I don't think that's a thing. And that I'd look terrible in a dress... though I do prefer longer hair.

That sounds like quitter talk there. [ Ephemera has no idea where this is going, but he likes the lighter conversation, the change in tone. Not everything has to weigh them down. It can be fun. They can get drunk and talk and it can be good. ] You always had your hair long?

It's the style when I'm from, actually. And it's easier to cut yourself when it's a bit longer.

Is it?

[ Ephemera tips his head to the side. He runs a hand through his own hair, wondering. It's growing in patchy, but he hasn't shaved it flat. ]

Used to buzz mine all the time. Rodriguez, he was the one who wore it long. Always in braids. Fuck the grooming standard and all that. Dunno. Maybe I'll grow it out.

[ Trevor got his trimmed recently, because it was growing out mullety, and he reaches up to run his hand through his own as well. ]

I do know an excellent barber.

Take that with a grain of salt, as he's the only one I've ever been to, but I was pleased with the cut.

It looks good on you. Who did it?

He goes by 'Seven.'

[ His eyebrow goes up. ]

That a name, or designation?

A nickname, he says it's the same as 'Qi.' Not in a language I speak.

Not one I'm familiar with.

[ He speaks English, ASL, a couple words of Spanish. Crow was the polyglot. Picked up new languages like they were nothing. ]

He does good work, though.

I can bring you by sometime, I bet he could even you out without losing the length.

[ Ephemera runs a hand through his hair, considering. ]

It grows in funny, with the scars. Hell, why not?

I think if you combed it forward more... may I?

[ Ephemera blinks, curious. He's still wary about people touching him, touching his face, but he supposes that he trusts Trevor.

He nods. Leans forward a little. ]

[ 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?

[ There's not a mirror here, Trevor. ]

[ It's so strange to let another person touch him. Ephemera shivers a little but doesn't jerk away. His own emotions are tangled up in each other. There's an underlying anxiety, though that's fading. It feels nice and he's unused to that, having another person touch him so close to the scars.

He breathes out.

It's nice. ]

I'll have to take your word for it.

Once it gets longer it'll lie over these scars better, but for now...

[ He ruffles his careful work into a mess, playfully, and sits back. ]

Your hair's actually thicker than mine, I think.

[ Ephemera huffs, ducking his head. For a moment, he's reminded of his family. They used to fuss with his hair, too. ]

Yeah? I never did anything with it, before. Figured it was time for a change.

Grow it out!

[ Trevor declares this with enthusiasm, reaching for the bottle to pour just a liiiiiiiittle more in his glass. ]

See if you like it, there's nothing to lose.

[ Ephemera huffs, nudging Trevor's arm a little. Why not, right? Why not? ]

All right, all right. I will. I'll see what happens.

[ Trevor nudges back, claiming his glass. ]

There's going to be an annoying stage where it's always in your face, but try not to get frustrated and hack it off again with a dagger. That is not fashionable in any time period, I know this from experience.

[ He laughs a little. ]

I heard hair clips were a thing. Might invest in those.

Clips..? Like to cut?

[ He looks confused now because the whole point is not to cut it. ]

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