[He just arches a knowing brow at her as he watches her sink into the water, the corner of his lips rising higher.
Cute.]
No, but you haven't seen yours, either.
[And he'll reach over to the shelf where they keep the various things they use for the bath, like the towels, soaps, etc—and pulls out the handheld mirror for her to see.]
[No, she was supposed to show him first...!!! She was even going to reach for the mirror before he got to it, and when he lifts it, she catches sight of herself before she can close her eyes in utter refusal and denial. But with her hair still being up in the ponytail, she can see how much the stray hairs stick out, and how the waves in her bangs make it look like she's just come out of a bad perm.
With a crooked smile, she tries to fix the hairs against her forehead, but they only bounce back into their wrongful place.]
...Do I even dare take it down...?
[Or will it actually gain a mind of its own and consume the world?]
[With a bashful look, she reaches up for the ponytail and slowly and very carefully starts to pull it out of her hair, but before she gets halfway through tugging it free, she stops and looks at him with a now very dire, very serious expression.]
[Already his lips are twitching, but this is Eustace she's talking to. So after a moment that amused expression will disappear and he'll have one of his usual neutral looks.]
[She sees that upward twitch, that stifled laugh... There is no hiding from her, but she... does appreciate him... trying? Or is this him just being his usual sly wolf self?
Either way, it takes a few more good pulls for her to finally pull her hair free, and as soon as she does...]
Oh...
[She can feel it and it strikes fear within her. The sheer weight of it as it flutters out on either side of her face, spreading out like her head has just sprouted a set of black, wavy butterfly wings...
Beware, Reverein, because Tifa Lockhart's humidity hair may be just the thing that consumes this town whole.....]
[However long it actually goes for, it feels like much, much longer than that. Tifa's fingers tentatively reach up to touch while Eustace works through his emotions, her own eyes glued to him with subdued outrage because wow???
Before her hands even reach it, she pulls back, almost like she's too scared to even touch it... what if something jumps out and bites her hand off!?
But when Eustace starts to laugh...
...
Tifa frowns deeply at him—though it's more a pout than a frown again—and splashes him with the water.]
[Well, at least he's making an effort!? But this betrayal...!]
Well...
[After a few more seconds of pouting, she leans in close to reach past him (no, she's not trying to be sexy about it because she knows it won't work) to grab the mirror that he'd set down.
...
And lifts it in front of him so that he can see himself, and the frizzy dog that lives on top of his head.]
How is she supposed to maintain the grumpy, stern wife when he laughs like that? It's not even that rare a sight these days, but even then, it still fills her with so much warmth and love that she can't help but break the façade with a smile.
...
Before she's giggling alongside him.]
I told you that you looked like Eria after a bath...
[At least the wolf isn't here to hear them this time!!!]
[He can barely speak between fits of laughter, the water rippling with his movements. And fortunately with the laughter comes a cooler, springtime breeze, as if to reflect the refreshing nature of the mood.]
[She's put the mirror down and is now trying to tame some of it with her fingers, running through it, and while it isn't tangled per se, it's definitely not easy.
But that breeze is nice, and feeling it, seeing his smiles, Tifa can't help but scoot a little closer to him.]
[Just another snort of laughter before he lowers his head.]
Then by all means.
[Plus... He actually quite likes it when she washes his hear. He's not sure if it'll feel as good as it normally would give the...state of his hair, but he'll take any opportunity to enjoy her taking care of him.]
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Cute.]
No, but you haven't seen yours, either.
[And he'll reach over to the shelf where they keep the various things they use for the bath, like the towels, soaps, etc—and pulls out the handheld mirror for her to see.]
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With a crooked smile, she tries to fix the hairs against her forehead, but they only bounce back into their wrongful place.]
...Do I even dare take it down...?
[Or will it actually gain a mind of its own and consume the world?]
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Maybe if we wash it it'll at least go back and be a little less... Wild.
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[With a bashful look, she reaches up for the ponytail and slowly and very carefully starts to pull it out of her hair, but before she gets halfway through tugging it free, she stops and looks at him with a now very dire, very serious expression.]
No laughing, okay...?
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[Already his lips are twitching, but this is Eustace she's talking to. So after a moment that amused expression will disappear and he'll have one of his usual neutral looks.]
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Either way, it takes a few more good pulls for her to finally pull her hair free, and as soon as she does...]
Oh...
[She can feel it and it strikes fear within her. The sheer weight of it as it flutters out on either side of her face, spreading out like her head has just sprouted a set of black, wavy butterfly wings...
Beware, Reverein, because Tifa Lockhart's humidity hair may be just the thing that consumes this town whole.....]
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Okay he was ready.
Like, surely her hair wouldn't be too crazy, right?
Maybe a little frazzled, wavy, stick out some.
So he was prepared, steeled himself for whatever might come.
But when the end result was finally revealed...]
........................................
[His eyes widen so large and he can only stare at how her hair just...
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2/ wait
3/lmao
idk man i'lll let you know
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done
>:( !!!
Before her hands even reach it, she pulls back, almost like she's too scared to even touch it... what if something jumps out and bites her hand off!?
But when Eustace starts to laugh...
...
Tifa frowns deeply at him—though it's more a pout than a frown again—and splashes him with the water.]
I said no laughing!
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[He's really trying not to. And usually he can school his emotions.
...
But he's sorry, Tifa, this is truly the most ridiculous thing he's seen yet. So now his shoulders are trembling as he tries not to laugh too much.]
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Well...
[After a few more seconds of pouting, she leans in close to reach past him (no, she's not trying to be sexy about it because she knows it won't work) to grab the mirror that he'd set down.
...
And lifts it in front of him so that he can see himself, and the frizzy dog that lives on top of his head.]
Yours isn't that much better!
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And when he sees himself—]
PFFTTHAHAHAHA!!
[Well. That is when he really loses it, the quiet chuckles now full out laughter as he half leans over the tub.]
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How is she supposed to maintain the grumpy, stern wife when he laughs like that? It's not even that rare a sight these days, but even then, it still fills her with so much warmth and love that she can't help but break the façade with a smile.
...
Before she's giggling alongside him.]
I told you that you looked like Eria after a bath...
[At least the wolf isn't here to hear them this time!!!]
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[He can barely speak between fits of laughter, the water rippling with his movements. And fortunately with the laughter comes a cooler, springtime breeze, as if to reflect the refreshing nature of the mood.]
Just from the humidity!? I don't believe it—
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[She's put the mirror down and is now trying to tame some of it with her fingers, running through it, and while it isn't tangled per se, it's definitely not easy.
But that breeze is nice, and feeling it, seeing his smiles, Tifa can't help but scoot a little closer to him.]
Here. Do you wanna go first...?
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A small snort escapes him before he clears his throat to steady himself.]
Do you mean... You take care of mine or I take care of yours?
[He thinks hers is worse off at that this point—]
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Yours first. I think mine's gonna take a while...
[That, and does she really want to put him through the grueling process of trying to get it out of this mess and back to its normal form?]
Besides, yours isn't... that bad...
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Then by all means.
[Plus... He actually quite likes it when she washes his hear. He's not sure if it'll feel as good as it normally would give the...state of his hair, but he'll take any opportunity to enjoy her taking care of him.]
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