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27.Jan.13, 09:04 PM
These were the only scissors he could find! “Someone moved them,” he countered, not wanting to show he really didn’t belong in that area of the Hall. He probably should own up to that fact but he had the socially awkward – in fact he’d label her more as someone who wanted to avoid social interaction entirely – woman approach him willingly for something. It was a small step but one all the same and Ryvian had set himself the goal of converting her anyway so he’d just go along with the incorrect assumption he knew what he was doing.
At least he found the right scissors! Or something that seemed right. They were smaller than the pair he had initially grabbed and decided they would work. A towel was grabbed as well and he draped it over Mevrit’s shoulders to help keep her bland clothes clean. He wondered if she would accept fashion hints after the haircut since it seemed she was in the mood to improve on her appearance. That was something to consider before asking her though. Ryvian didn’t want to point out her terribly boring taste without having a good example of what she should be wearing.
“You could say that. I did some chores today and my free time is filled with Nyvian,” he purposely name dropped his brother to help Mevrit figure out which one he was. It didn’t bother him, and he barely noticed she had called him Vian before but Ryvian wanted to be nice and continue to warm her up, “and our friends. You should come by sometime.” He knew the question had been asked out of politeness and Mevrit was trying to seem interested and slightly missing. Still, Ryvian liked chatting and didn’t mind her attempts.
Standing behind Mevrit, Ryvian drew his fingers through her long hair a few times to stall. He had only ever carefully cleaned up the tips of Nyvian’s hair but Mevrit wanted a good chunk of hair taken off. How best to do it? Shrugging, he drew it all back to hold in one hand and reached over for the scissors. The moment of truth! He started cutting slowly above where he held the hair and watched as the newly shortened strands slid free to hang back in place. That seemed to be working out well! It worked well until the last snip and Ryvian placed the handful of hair on the counter. He’d likely have to sweep up after so this made it easier.
Turning back he stared in horror at the jagged hair he had left behind. Long strands and short strands were layered all over the girl’s head and he had clearly missed the mark in some areas about not going shorter than her chin. In fact, he was pretty sure she was about to have bangs as well. That wasn’t good! Maybe he could clean it up and give her a fabulous style anyway? The comb was grabbed and Ryvian brushed out Mevrit’s hair and considered it a moment longer before making smaller snips. He could fix this! “I think you’ll like this,” he stated as confidently as if he actually meant it. Currently he was attempting to make everything a bit more even or at least show the jaggedness was done on purpose.
At least he found the right scissors! Or something that seemed right. They were smaller than the pair he had initially grabbed and decided they would work. A towel was grabbed as well and he draped it over Mevrit’s shoulders to help keep her bland clothes clean. He wondered if she would accept fashion hints after the haircut since it seemed she was in the mood to improve on her appearance. That was something to consider before asking her though. Ryvian didn’t want to point out her terribly boring taste without having a good example of what she should be wearing.
“You could say that. I did some chores today and my free time is filled with Nyvian,” he purposely name dropped his brother to help Mevrit figure out which one he was. It didn’t bother him, and he barely noticed she had called him Vian before but Ryvian wanted to be nice and continue to warm her up, “and our friends. You should come by sometime.” He knew the question had been asked out of politeness and Mevrit was trying to seem interested and slightly missing. Still, Ryvian liked chatting and didn’t mind her attempts.
Standing behind Mevrit, Ryvian drew his fingers through her long hair a few times to stall. He had only ever carefully cleaned up the tips of Nyvian’s hair but Mevrit wanted a good chunk of hair taken off. How best to do it? Shrugging, he drew it all back to hold in one hand and reached over for the scissors. The moment of truth! He started cutting slowly above where he held the hair and watched as the newly shortened strands slid free to hang back in place. That seemed to be working out well! It worked well until the last snip and Ryvian placed the handful of hair on the counter. He’d likely have to sweep up after so this made it easier.
Turning back he stared in horror at the jagged hair he had left behind. Long strands and short strands were layered all over the girl’s head and he had clearly missed the mark in some areas about not going shorter than her chin. In fact, he was pretty sure she was about to have bangs as well. That wasn’t good! Maybe he could clean it up and give her a fabulous style anyway? The comb was grabbed and Ryvian brushed out Mevrit’s hair and considered it a moment longer before making smaller snips. He could fix this! “I think you’ll like this,” he stated as confidently as if he actually meant it. Currently he was attempting to make everything a bit more even or at least show the jaggedness was done on purpose.
