[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...]
[She can't even see it all in the mirror, even when she holds it back. He's somehow been able to make her hair stand up almost like a giant tree with a starlight top, and after staring at it for a few seconds, bewildered and awed by his talent...
Tifa falls back against the other end of the tub into giggles, and even a few snorts along with them.
And as she sets the mirror down...]
We look like a pair right out of Marlene's fairy tale picture books...
[... She holds out a hand to Eustace, expecting him to take it.]
[Seeing her overwhelmed in her own fit of giggles only makes his smirk turn into more of a grin as it widens and he laughs at her, taking her hand just as she expects.]
Only fitting for my queen.
[And he'll pull her back to him, his eyes shining in amusement.
To think he could do something so silly with someone. He never would have imagined it and no one would believe it.]
[The water splashes over the edge of the tub when she's pulled in, and she happily crashes into and leans against him, arms going around his shoulders and not minding the way her hair smacks right into his face with water and bubbles that pop loudly and happily alongside the mood.]
[He's going to duck his head so he's not completely hit by her hair. But it is going to be quite comical watching sway and bobble. It may be up for now, but it's surely going to fall soon.]
Hmmm...
[....
And then another snort as he looks at her and laughs.]
Maybe later, this is a little too ridiculous for me to handle, no matter what that reward is.
[It's okay, she can't stop giggling at how ridiculous he looks either, and the longer she stares up at him and his mountain of hair, that smile spreads into the crinkles of her eyes.]
You sure? It's a pretty good one.
[But she'll relent and instead, her gaze softens, and she leans in to rest her head on his shoulder, careful not to stab him in the face with her spire.]
[The poor wolf also looked like she was dying out there...]
If you two can, could always make some ice or snow to save for later.
[She would help, but... you know. She'll fill the ice cube trays... or something. That, and she'll have to go out again to pick up food that isn't covered in melted ice cream.]
Then... let's finish and get dried up. [Before they turn into prunes.] Wouldn't wanna leave the others waiting for too long. Eria could probably use a cool bath, too.
[And without any warning whatsoever, Tifa takes the small bucket that's sitting near the tub, dips it into the water, and dumps it over his head to rinse away the soap.]
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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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I have to say... It turned out better than I thought.
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Tifa falls back against the other end of the tub into giggles, and even a few snorts along with them.
And as she sets the mirror down...]
We look like a pair right out of Marlene's fairy tale picture books...
[... She holds out a hand to Eustace, expecting him to take it.]
My king.
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Only fitting for my queen.
[And he'll pull her back to him, his eyes shining in amusement.
To think he could do something so silly with someone. He never would have imagined it and no one would believe it.]
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Oh, almost forgot.
[She leans back far enough to look at him.]
Do you want your reward now... or later?
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Hmmm...
[....
And then another snort as he looks at her and laughs.]
Maybe later, this is a little too ridiculous for me to handle, no matter what that reward is.
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You sure? It's a pretty good one.
[But she'll relent and instead, her gaze softens, and she leans in to rest her head on his shoulder, careful not to stab him in the face with her spire.]
Do you feel better now, at least...?
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I can wait... But yes, I feel more energized. How long that will last once we're out, however...
[That heat was no joke.]
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[The poor wolf also looked like she was dying out there...]
If you two can, could always make some ice or snow to save for later.
[She would help, but... you know. She'll fill the ice cube trays... or something. That, and she'll have to go out again to pick up food that isn't covered in melted ice cream.]
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[...Is she still alive...]
But that will have to do for us for now.
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[And without any warning whatsoever, Tifa takes the small bucket that's sitting near the tub, dips it into the water, and dumps it over his head to rinse away the soap.]
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[It was completely unexpected that he actually gasps in surprise, eyes wide in shock. Wife!?!?
It felt good because cool water BUT WIFE!?!?
And now all his hair is just sopping wet down along his head, his bangs fanning out a bit over his face.
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