Forte

They bickered for a short while through the start of it while Elec pushed him around until he was situated and figured out what he thought he’d do; Forte’s hair was so long so he had a lot of room for creativity. It wasn’t his hair but Elec didn’t want to go as short as he’d been asked, though choosing thick patches behind his ears could be a good transition point. Shorter than the rest and blended into the back. Picking the exact length, however?

A sharp poke to the ribs shut Forte right up. It was followed by a pause, Elec’s voice coming in with “Here?”, which was replied to with a shrug. Although Elec was known to chatter he was typically quiet when concentrating, and the two didn’t speak again until he was nearly finished and the older of them was working on feathering the ends and adding some last layers.

“You still got that photo of us standing like this?” asked Forte to break the silence, curious over a memory that surfaced.

“I sure have--”

“Throw it out.”

“What?” Elec laughed, not noticing that he may have been a little too rough when he shook out the ends of Forte’s hair, and he ignored the pointed stare that got thrown over a shoulder for it. “What if I refuse? You had no piercings, your hair was entirely one length… I remember the trouble for that as well.”

“You were a smart ass to Wily.”

“He was shouting? I said, ‘We’re making it all about the party’,” Elec twirled the last section of blond hair as prep, looking up in time to catch the grin. “He looked at me sideways, then I said, ‘Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, baby.’ And none of us ever spoke of it again.”

“It’s still too long,” Forte interrupted.

Of course if it ever came up in conversation his response would be very different.

Forte didn't take the time to wonder just how long Blues had been standing there, just fixed him with a familiar look of insult. They both call him things he didn't particularly like though sometimes he took it better than others. "Just for that I'm going to make sure to leave a huge mess." He scowled between the two, started back for the bathroom, and very purposefully "I'll make sure to track it out into the hallway when I'm done."

It took until then for him to fully react. "No!" Elec hopped down off his perch and quickly attempted to extract himself from the couple slender wires. He may have managed to fit in a distressed 'help me' sort of expression directed at the original before fully freeing himself and setting off after Forte. "Last time I let you run with an idea you came back with a ring in your prick, I'm not letting you cut your own hair."

Forte had paused and twisted partway, a hand on a hip and pointed teeth visible in a half grin. "So you agree then."

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.

Ex*cuse* you! It most certainly is *not*.

sognarelestelle

This a common occurrence?

Yes. Completely sure.

It is *not*!

You are disgusting. Just go jump the shrimp and stop *talking about the thing*.

I’m going to weld that tank shut or something. And go harass your little “roommate”, then, and maybe you’ll find something better to do than grossing me out!

One: why do you do this? Two: fuck you.

No. No, I do not.