May 6, 2016
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With their roles seemingly somehow entirely reversed after their last meeting (although Forte never had been the responsible on of the pair), Elec had began inviting himself over now that he knew where Blues' little hideaway was located. It had been a little odd at first – getting used to hanging around the older blond and not trying to talk him out of his clothing, something made a lot less awkward with a third party. Elec didn't seem to notice or care and Forte decided he wasn't interested in figuring out which it was. They still bickered quite a deal; their personalities clashed something awful, but he seemed a lot more content with the calmer atmosphere than he would have ever guessed.
And he sat quietly with Blues when left to entertain themselves, which worked out. Either they were just old or Forte was way too active for his own good.
He was there again, taking up little space by the wall opposite the couch atop a stool that had mysteriously appeared in the apartment one night (Blues didn't have enough furniture, what the hell), and it was his gaze that Forte met when he finally left the bathroom. There was a vaguely bemused expression on his face that Forte met blankly.
"How is that you spend more time in the shower than I do?"
It was true that he'd been in there for quite some time, he simply never realised how long any more. He'd left a pile of jewellery in the empty soap dish and satin ribbons across the floor, the pants they belonged to hung open on both sides all the way up to just beneath the waistband where the splits began. He hadn't spent all that time showering, however. "Cut my hair," Forte began for the main room as he watched the light amusement drain from Elec's face, leaving only the confusion.
"What?"
“About the length you did this,” Forte drew the patch he usually kept in front of his shoulders on the right back into view.
“What, no.”