[Akira smiles warmly, and he'll accept the obvious awkwardness and subject change. Just getting him to stay is enough.]
Yeah, hold on. [Ryo probably has a sharp knife somewhere, but scissors would be the safer option. He heads into the kitchen, rifling through the drawers for a pair of scissors, which he hands to Duo.]
[This place really has turned him upside down. He didn't even consider how other people interacted or dealt with their day to day life in tough situations. He had been on his own for so long after the church was razed to the ground...
Given enough time he would eventually get used to it and relax back in to something close to normalcy, even with all the things the town liked to throw at them.
He took the scissors with a thankful nod and headed for the bathroom so he could fix his hair, which thankfully given the length meant it was relatively easy. Trims were something he did himself often. A bit of water and he had the mass pulled over his shoulder, smoothing it down until he could find a spot above the singed ends to cut straight across at.]
[Akira watches, having followed him to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.]
Yeah. You were lucky-- it'd be a shame to lose all that hair. [He means that sincerely. He likes that Duo is different and has long hair.] How's your injury doing?
[There's a bit of pride in the statement despite how he feels currently, and even a small lop-sided grin is managed before he sets to slowly, gently cutting the burned ends off.]
Better. Kohaku was fussing over me pretty hard about it.
With how stubborn you are, you're gonna make people fuss.
[Akira smiles wryly. He might not know Kohaku personally, but he's certainly been around Duo long enough to be unsurprised that other people are worried about him, too.]
Speaking of which -- you hungry? Want anything to drink?
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Yeah, hold on. [Ryo probably has a sharp knife somewhere, but scissors would be the safer option. He heads into the kitchen, rifling through the drawers for a pair of scissors, which he hands to Duo.]
There's a mirror in the bathroom if you need it.
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Given enough time he would eventually get used to it and relax back in to something close to normalcy, even with all the things the town liked to throw at them.
He took the scissors with a thankful nod and headed for the bathroom so he could fix his hair, which thankfully given the length meant it was relatively easy. Trims were something he did himself often. A bit of water and he had the mass pulled over his shoulder, smoothing it down until he could find a spot above the singed ends to cut straight across at.]
Surprised this wasn't worse...
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Yeah. You were lucky-- it'd be a shame to lose all that hair. [He means that sincerely. He likes that Duo is different and has long hair.] How's your injury doing?
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[There's a bit of pride in the statement despite how he feels currently, and even a small lop-sided grin is managed before he sets to slowly, gently cutting the burned ends off.]
Better. Kohaku was fussing over me pretty hard about it.
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[Akira smiles wryly. He might not know Kohaku personally, but he's certainly been around Duo long enough to be unsurprised that other people are worried about him, too.]
Speaking of which -- you hungry? Want anything to drink?
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[Yes he is.]
Yeah, actually. A little.