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[doesitanyway]

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[doesitanyway]

He goes by 'Seven.'

[requiemshark]

[ His eyebrow goes up. ]

That a name, or designation?

[doesitanyway]

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

[requiemshark]

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.

[doesitanyway]

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

[requiemshark]

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

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

[doesitanyway]

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

[requiemshark]

[ 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. ]

[doesitanyway]

[ 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. ]

[requiemshark]

[ 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.

[doesitanyway]

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.

[requiemshark]

[ 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.

[doesitanyway]

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.

[requiemshark]

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

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

[doesitanyway]

[ 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.

[requiemshark]

[ He laughs a little. ]

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

[doesitanyway]

Clips..? Like to cut?

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

[requiemshark]

To —? Oh, no. To hold your hair back.

[ Ephemera squints, trying to think of another word. ]

Hairpins! Like hairpins.

[doesitanyway]

Oh! Yes, I know what those are. We have hairpins.

...I do not use them, I embrace my terrible life choices.

[ driiiiiiink ]

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera laughs. It feels good and right to laugh now, in this moment. He has a friend at his side, they're drunk, it's all good. ]

It works for you. Or does it? I can't tell.

[ Clearly he's not drunk enough. He refills his glass. ]

[doesitanyway]

I function remarkably well for an alcoholic. That's what I'm called in this time period, I've learned.

[requiemshark]

Oh.

[ Ephemera blinks at him. People don't usually call themselves alcoholics unless they mean it in the literal sense. ]

Should we not be drinking?

[doesitanyway]

...why wouldn't we?

[ It's becoming clear Trevor doesn't actually know the definition of alcoholic. He just thinks it's someone who drinks a lot. ]

[requiemshark]

Don't alcoholics want to stop, usually?

[doesitanyway]

I certainly don't. I mean, I did stop for awhile but I have nothing to fight for here, so back to old habits.

...you look very concerned now.