[She's going to shape that little peak into one that's more swirly, coiling the tip gently around her finger with a stifled grin. This looks so dumb...]
And we could always visit the springs again while we're up there...
[Another prospective date idea? Add it to the ever-growing list?]
[And keeping himself from turning back into that helpless puddle she found when she got home.
Her fingers lather through his hair one last time, making sure to give his ears a scratch, and she brings her palms together all the way to the end at the top of his head...
The tiniest little snort of laughter leaves her, even as she presses her lips together to stop it, when he lifts his head. The little mound that she had created topples so that it's more lopsided, but...
...
His hair looks like the top of a soft-serve ice cream cone.
....
And the thought alone has Tifa bursting into a fit of giggles.]
Frowning he'll first try to glance down in the water's reflection, but it's too soapy and rippling to really get anything, so he'll grab the mirror—]
.........You—
[While his voice is low and ominous, there's no malice whatsoever. Instead there's just a wicked grin and a gleam in his eye before the water splashes as he lunges out to grab her.]
[She has to hide her mouth behind her hand, but her whole body shakes with laughter as she waits for him to see...
As soon as he does—
There's a loud splash and a scream that was no doubt heard through the whole house when he grabs her. It gets soap smeared all over the side of her face and in her own hair, but she doesn't mind in the least, only sputtering a little bit to get it away from her lips before she can taste it... but she probably deserves it a little.
Instinctively, her own arms wrap around him for support as she falls further back into the water.]
[She laughs, pretending to kick and fight, but only enough to splash a little bit of water at him as he pulls her to him. Her body is entirely pliant, yielding to his every whim so she ends up leaning against him... though she may have decisively shoved her giant nest of hair into his face as payback... At least it's still soft!?]
You said it was creative...! How about we call it even there!?
[He has to move his face, but he just laughs... A little mischievously.]
Rejected.
[And with his legs now locked around her, he'll grab some of her shampoo and just. Lather up before bringing his hands to her hair, already working to try and wrangle it all together. Gently of course.]
[She still pretends to fight, her hands on his chest as if she means to push him away, but she only applies a little bit of force. Definitely not enough to do anything with...
But as soon as his fingers find her hair, it's like everything in her body stops working. Her fingers relax at his chest, her laughter and smile both relax, and her head dips forward with a low hum of approval. She always likes when he plays with her hair—whether it's washing it, brushing it, or simply running his fingers through it. It was always something special, and something that she would silently encourage him to do when she was too shy to ask for it otherwise.]
...Mmm, that's too bad...
[She mutters it under her breath.]
I've got too much hair to do anything with, though.
[Tifa makes a face at that. She's never had anyone describe her hair as malleable before—]
... I-is that bad?
[But she can feel him twirling and bending it, as if this is the first time he's seen or felt hair this long before. It's cute, but also... what does that mean!!!]
[Just a low almost playful hum as he continues to first run the shampoo through her hair, his fingers gently massaging her scalp, before...curling her hair around.]
[But his fingers combing through her hair instead provokes a little shudder out of her, goosebumps rising along the length of her arms and her spine, and she closes her eyes at the feeling... Mixed in with the cooler water to combat the heat, she might just wind up a puddle in the tub instead.
With a little laugh, she peeks at him through her lashes.]
Well... if you can manage to make something, I'll give you a small prize.
[Tifa tips her head juuuust a little to see if she can make him fumble and mess up, but knowing Eustace, it's unlikely.]
You'll just have to wait and find out if you get it. [She smiles to herself, a finger reaching up to poke his chest.] The surprises are half the fun, aren't they?
[Alas, he's already started braiding it in there, so no, not likely for it to mess up. Silly, rabbit.]
Who said I wasn't?
[A smug grin.]
Don't forget who you're speaking with... Though you feel a little warm. Need to cool off a bit?
[And just going to send a trail of thin ice down her back. Given how he knows that would elicit a strong reaction, it means he's confident in his little "project" on her head.]
[She's sure she feels something like him weaving her hair, and she narrows her eyes with suspicion at him, especially when he says that.]
No, I think I'm fi—
[But she doesn't even get to finish before she yelps at the jolt of ice all the way down her back, and it makes her jolt upright, spraying a bow of shampoo all over him and the wall until she's arched all the way back with a shiver. There's a bark of concern at the door from Melody, checking if they are okay!!!]
That's cheating!
[Like they've set any rules for this "game", or whatever it is.
As for her hair... she reaches up to touch it to make sure that it hasn't moved, and...?]
[It's that weird weight and that even weirder center of gravity atop of her head that grabs her attention, and even has her head tipping forward from it, but she doesn't reach for the mirror... yet... and instead, stares at Eustace through her lashes, a leftover shiver running through her before the water starts to warm just a touch.]
[Tifa tries to remain as still as she possibly can while she waits for him to finish up, watching his face while he does... whatever the heck he's doing with her hair, trying to stifle her own smile of amusement at how focused his eyes look.
And once he's finished, she holds out her hand...]
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[She's going to shape that little peak into one that's more swirly, coiling the tip gently around her finger with a stifled grin. This looks so dumb...]
And we could always visit the springs again while we're up there...
[Another prospective date idea? Add it to the ever-growing list?]
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The hot springs?
[Tifa.
Tifa he to wants COOL down, not heat up.]
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Not all of them are hot springs...
[Or at least, she thinks so. Hot springs don't suit everyone's needs, and in this case, they would suit no one's!]
There should be regular pools too, you know! And even if there aren't, it would still be cooler up there. ... I think it would be nice.
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[He's skeptical, but she's not wrong. There may be normal pools, and if they were in the caves then it would be cooler...]
We could look into it.
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[And keeping himself from turning back into that helpless puddle she found when she got home.
Her fingers lather through his hair one last time, making sure to give his ears a scratch, and she brings her palms together all the way to the end at the top of his head...
...]
Aaaand done.
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As he lifts his head more fully, he frowns. Again his hair feels.... Weird.]
Did you do something?
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[And massage. You're welcome, hubby.
The tiniest little snort of laughter leaves her, even as she presses her lips together to stop it, when he lifts his head. The little mound that she had created topples so that it's more lopsided, but...
...
His hair looks like the top of a soft-serve ice cream cone.
....
And the thought alone has Tifa bursting into a fit of giggles.]
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What a liar—
Frowning he'll first try to glance down in the water's reflection, but it's too soapy and rippling to really get anything, so he'll grab the mirror—]
.........You—
[While his voice is low and ominous, there's no malice whatsoever. Instead there's just a wicked grin and a gleam in his eye before the water splashes as he lunges out to grab her.]
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As soon as he does—
There's a loud splash and a scream that was no doubt heard through the whole house when he grabs her. It gets soap smeared all over the side of her face and in her own hair, but she doesn't mind in the least, only sputtering a little bit to get it away from her lips before she can taste it... but she probably deserves it a little.
Instinctively, her own arms wrap around him for support as she falls further back into the water.]
What!? Don't you like it?
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It's creative I'll give it that. Only means we need to match.
[Tifa you played against he wrong wolf—]
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Wait, hang on—!
[She laughs, pretending to kick and fight, but only enough to splash a little bit of water at him as he pulls her to him. Her body is entirely pliant, yielding to his every whim so she ends up leaning against him... though she may have decisively shoved her giant nest of hair into his face as payback... At least it's still soft!?]
You said it was creative...! How about we call it even there!?
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Rejected.
[And with his legs now locked around her, he'll grab some of her shampoo and just. Lather up before bringing his hands to her hair, already working to try and wrangle it all together. Gently of course.]
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But as soon as his fingers find her hair, it's like everything in her body stops working. Her fingers relax at his chest, her laughter and smile both relax, and her head dips forward with a low hum of approval. She always likes when he plays with her hair—whether it's washing it, brushing it, or simply running his fingers through it. It was always something special, and something that she would silently encourage him to do when she was too shy to ask for it otherwise.]
...Mmm, that's too bad...
[She mutters it under her breath.]
I've got too much hair to do anything with, though.
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[And as he starts taking a long strand of it, he tries to bending it and... ...Wow.]
...And it's quite... Malleable.
[Fascinated, he curves it up and around like a ribbon...]
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... I-is that bad?
[But she can feel him twirling and bending it, as if this is the first time he's seen or felt hair this long before. It's cute, but also... what does that mean!!!]
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[Just a low almost playful hum as he continues to first run the shampoo through her hair, his fingers gently massaging her scalp, before...curling her hair around.]
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[But his fingers combing through her hair instead provokes a little shudder out of her, goosebumps rising along the length of her arms and her spine, and she closes her eyes at the feeling... Mixed in with the cooler water to combat the heat, she might just wind up a puddle in the tub instead.
With a little laugh, she peeks at him through her lashes.]
Well... if you can manage to make something, I'll give you a small prize.
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[A wolfish grin as he continues to
sculptplay with her hair while also letting her enjoy it, too, like she did for him.Oh he's definitely making something....interesting as he now coils the hair around the top of her head.]
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You'll just have to wait and find out if you get it. [She smiles to herself, a finger reaching up to poke his chest.] The surprises are half the fun, aren't they?
... So you'd better focus.
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Who said I wasn't?
[A smug grin.]
Don't forget who you're speaking with... Though you feel a little warm. Need to cool off a bit?
[And just going to send a trail of thin ice down her back. Given how he knows that would elicit a strong reaction, it means he's confident in his little "project" on her head.]
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No, I think I'm fi—
[But she doesn't even get to finish before she yelps at the jolt of ice all the way down her back, and it makes her jolt upright, spraying a bow of shampoo all over him and the wall until she's arched all the way back with a shiver. There's a bark of concern at the door from Melody, checking if they are okay!!!]
That's cheating!
[Like they've set any rules for this "game", or whatever it is.
As for her hair... she reaches up to touch it to make sure that it hasn't moved, and...?]
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And as his eyes go up to follow her movements, she'll find her hair has been coiled round and round into some weird spire.]
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... Is it done?
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[He looks at her for a moment before he reaches up to the top, sculpting the tip by fanning the ends of her hair to look like a very wonky star.]
Done.
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And once he's finished, she holds out her hand...]
The mirror, if you please.
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