[ she can't see their face, but they might be making a little bit of a face as they hop up. it's still very playful, though, so they're not offended, even if they're mock haughty. ] For your information, I do my sister's! All the time.
[ up they hop, though! and they offer her a piece of bacon from the plate she brought up, still warm and delicious because of magic reasons. ] Eat this. Let's go put some cool shit in your hair.
aquila is quiet, looking at her reflection in the vanity mirror, gloved hands on the back of the chair, and when they speak up, their voice is softer, a little more smooth than usual. less gravel, more fine wine. ]
she runs her fingers through the ends. feels it - knows that it's real. it isn't lava, or fire, or anything. just soft, silky orange strands. she listens to the voice with less gravel, and closes her eyes.]
I like that better. [she says finally, maybe a little lamely. maybe with a touch of emotion in it.]
[ there's a little emotion in their voice there - a flicker of a matching sense of vulnerability.
-- and then they have to pull back from the chair, quickly going to take off whatever gloves they used to do the dye itself and replace them with their white gloves as usual. ] Alright, hot stuff. Make sure you go show off, huh? Don't tell anyone I'm good at it, or I'm gonna be seeing requests for weeks, and then I'm gonna have to change hotel jobs, yeah?
[ they reiterate, looking over their shoulder - there's genuine warmth and cheeriness in their gravel voice, so. ] Your cooking blows the restaurant out of the water. Didn't really realize how hungry I was till you brought it.
[ a good meal... ] Tend to be a little peckish [ get it cause they're a bird ] but I could've scarfed the whole thing.
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and then she keeps going.]
I'm not speaking without my lawyer present! [heehee.]
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Criminal. [ teasing. ] How dastardly.
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[a pause.] I think I am going to do the fire hair thing, after all.
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[ but, oh! they cock their head, and... seem to be grinning, a bit. ] You want help?
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[they might get the sense she is teasing, though.]
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[ she can't see their face, but they might be making a little bit of a face as they hop up. it's still very playful, though, so they're not offended, even if they're mock haughty. ] For your information, I do my sister's! All the time.
[ up they hop, though! and they offer her a piece of bacon from the plate she brought up, still warm and delicious because of magic reasons. ] Eat this. Let's go put some cool shit in your hair.
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and when it's all finished, she looks it over, expression soft.]
... Like fire, but on purpose. [she says, quietly.]
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aquila is quiet, looking at her reflection in the vanity mirror, gloved hands on the back of the chair, and when they speak up, their voice is softer, a little more smooth than usual. less gravel, more fine wine. ]
... A fire that's yours.
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she runs her fingers through the ends. feels it - knows that it's real. it isn't lava, or fire, or anything. just soft, silky orange strands. she listens to the voice with less gravel, and closes her eyes.]
I like that better. [she says finally, maybe a little lamely. maybe with a touch of emotion in it.]
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I do, too.
[ there's a little emotion in their voice there - a flicker of a matching sense of vulnerability.
-- and then they have to pull back from the chair, quickly going to take off whatever gloves they used to do the dye itself and replace them with their white gloves as usual. ] Alright, hot stuff. Make sure you go show off, huh? Don't tell anyone I'm good at it, or I'm gonna be seeing requests for weeks, and then I'm gonna have to change hotel jobs, yeah?
[ teasing and back to normal, immediately. ]
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[she says, watching them. a beat, and then she just grins a little. teasing and back to normal.]
You're welcome for breakfast.
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[ they reiterate, looking over their shoulder - there's genuine warmth and cheeriness in their gravel voice, so. ] Your cooking blows the restaurant out of the water. Didn't really realize how hungry I was till you brought it.
[ a good meal... ] Tend to be a little peckish [ get it cause they're a bird ] but I could've scarfed the whole thing.