[ the door is open. it isn't usually, but when she's expecting guests, there's no harm in it. anyone who thinks they could rob dutch just because her door's open is in for a surprise.
unlike the last time he'd been here, there are signs of a second person living in the place, but alvis isn't in right now. ]
Let's see it, then. [ in lieu of a greeting. she's set out some knives on the kitchen table. notably, there's not a single pair of scissors in sight. ]
[He comes in, easy enough, a brief look around, a slightly awkward smile when he sees her. He notes the signs of a second person, but he doesn't ask- they're not quite close enough for that.
Maybe it speaks to the broken things in him that letting her put knives near his face is marginally easier than having conversations that could touch on things softer than they've quite been with one another. Is it someone from home, has she made a friend, who are you dating? Yeah, hardpass.
So instead, he takes off the hat, to reveal what had clearly been A Mistake. It's not that he hadn't had a mirror, it was that when you were cutting your own hair, that only helped so much. Please rescue this disaster. The only upside is that he hadn't cut it so short there's nothing to work with.]
[ooc: I legit can't find a picture of SebStan where his hair isn't in full fashion model covershoot attendance, so you'll have to use your imagination.]
[ dutch knows the feeling. emotional intimacy of any kind is hard, but her capacity for violence and shutting off whatever empathy she possesses is something that's been honed since her childhood. neither really has a place here - this isn't for soft talk, but it isn't for violence, either.
she's not sure where cutting someone's hair falls on the scale between those things, but apparently, she's about to find out. ]
Wow.
[ that's - a mistake for sure. dutch can't help but bark out a laugh, but she reaches for a knife, casually twirling it while she nods at a chair. ]
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unlike the last time he'd been here, there are signs of a second person living in the place, but alvis isn't in right now. ]
Let's see it, then. [ in lieu of a greeting. she's set out some knives on the kitchen table. notably, there's not a single pair of scissors in sight. ]
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Maybe it speaks to the broken things in him that letting her put knives near his face is marginally easier than having conversations that could touch on things softer than they've quite been with one another. Is it someone from home, has she made a friend, who are you dating? Yeah, hardpass.
So instead, he takes off the hat, to reveal what had clearly been A Mistake. It's not that he hadn't had a mirror, it was that when you were cutting your own hair, that only helped so much. Please rescue this disaster. The only upside is that he hadn't cut it so short there's nothing to work with.]
[ooc: I legit can't find a picture of SebStan where his hair isn't in full fashion model covershoot attendance, so you'll have to use your imagination.]
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she's not sure where cutting someone's hair falls on the scale between those things, but apparently, she's about to find out. ]
Wow.
[ that's - a mistake for sure. dutch can't help but bark out a laugh, but she reaches for a knife, casually twirling it while she nods at a chair. ]
I can do better than that.