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faderift2024-10-07 01:32 pm
altusimperius) wrote in faderift2024-10-07 01:32 pm
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WHO: Benedict, Barrow, Teren, Fifi, whoever
WHAT: general catch all
WHEN: gestures vaguely
WHERE: gestures vaguely again
NOTES: hmu if you want something bespoke or honestly just throw something at me, I trust you
WHAT: general catch all
WHEN: gestures vaguely
WHERE: gestures vaguely again
NOTES: hmu if you want something bespoke or honestly just throw something at me, I trust you
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"Here," he says, returning briefly to where he'd been bathing to pick up his basket of toiletries, one of which he offers out to her, "try this one. You'll feel weightless."
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But Clarisse reaches out and takes the bottle from him. She has to, since she threw the other one at a wall.
"Don't look at me," she warns him. Not because she thinks he's going to ogle her or anything, just because she doesn't want to feel judged while she washes her hair. "Go wait in the other room."
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"Fine," he says, tossing his (weightless, perfect) hair, he's not offended as long as he gets his way, "call me in when you're ready."
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Once Benedict is gone, she removes her towel and settles in to wash her hair. It's not a particularly relaxing experience because she knows someone is hanging around waiting for her to be finished, but she does have to admit that whatever shampoo he foisted onto her smells good. ... And that Benedict probably knows what he's talking about. He does have nice hair.
Too bad Clarisse doesn't give a shit whether her hair looks or smells nice, 95% of the time.
"I'm done," she calls once she's finished rinsing and wrapped herself back in her towel.
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"Looks better already," he remarks, "but-- oh. You're not done quite yet."
Digging in his basket once more, he hands Clarisse a second bottle: "this goes on just the ends, not your scalp. Leave it in a little bit and rinse again."
A pause, and he adds, helpfully, "it makes it softer."
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Clarisse reaches out and takes the bottle, but she's looking at it with even more suspicion than she did the shampoo. "What do I care about my hair being soft or not?"
Back in the Ares cabin, they used that three-in-one stuff and it worked just fine.
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Look. She just thinks this is a waste of time. Who cares about hair care when you're in the middle of a war? (She might be readjusting her opinion on this soon due to, you know, events.)
"Don't watch," she warns him again.
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"Shoo."
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Fine, though. Clarisse goes and conditions her hair. She conditions the hell out of her hair. By the time she's done, it smells nice and it's all soft and silky.
"Don't you dare hand me another bottle," she warns Benedict as she returns to him.
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"Doesn't that feel better?" he asks, arching his eyebrows hopefully, "just wait till it's dry."
A pause, then he nudges his head toward the third bottle, "then you use this one."
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Clarisse lifts a hand and gestures to her (admittedly nice-smelling) hair. "How can there be more?" She doesn't even sound mad, at this point, just baffled.
"Gods," she adds in a mutter, "you remind me of someone from home right now."
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Clarisse takes the bottle. Fine, dammit.
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