I need a haircut.
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jade_sage, five times Heero tried to change his hairstyle.
1. At first, it calmed him down. Well, alright, not at first. At first it was a bloody nuisance. Luckily, soon enough it went past the phase that refused to be tamed with scrunchies and was too long to ignore. It still wasn’t entirely comfortable, as it was falling into his eyes even more so than usual and kept his nape a little warmer than he’d prefer. After a while, however, late at night, he could stare at the ceiling at run his fingers through his own longish hair, imagining they were even longer and more auburn and wavy.
That calmed him down.
2. “I look like a moron.”
“I wish I could argue,” Quatre said sighing heavily. He was sitting right next to Heero, his hair hidden underneath a net. And a bonnet. With flowers on it.
“Why did we agree to it, again?”
“I wish I knew. I recall alcohol being involved, and Duo betting us we cannot withstand true horror. The previous bet included us not being able to withstand three multilayered drinks in quick succession.”
“I was counting on another grind house movie marathon,” Heero admitted, shaking out his newly curled, highlighted hair. “Not a makeover.”
“Be grateful,” Quatre advised taking off the bonnet. “At least you kept the colour.”
3. “What the…” Wufei’s eyes were open wide. “Yuy?”
“Not a word, Chang,” Heero replied, shutting the door to his office in a manner indicating that guests were unwelcome. He leaned against the wall and sighed.
“Should I be offended?” Duo asked, staring at him with his head cocked to the side curiously. There was a little smile dancing about his mouth.
“What?”
“It seems there was a wild party you’ve been to, and I wasn’t invited.”
Heero’s cheeks coloured. He tugged at a lock of his hair self-consciously. It was neon-blue. “Needed to hide,” he muttered, throwing a stack of files onto his desk. He smacked Duo’s wandering hand away from the reports. “You don’t really wanna know.”
4. Heero’s entrance, as per usual, demanded a moment of silence from everyone present. Although right now it wasn’t for the usual reasons.
“Heero, what happened! You seem to have been in a dreadful accident!” Sally said, chocking back a laugh.
“Sod off,” he muttered.
“Yeah, not his fault,” Duo agreed poking Heero’s hairless skull. “We thought the bald crayon is better than the blue one.”
“What are you going for now, collective normality? It doesn’t work with hair, you know.”
The only response Sally got was a twin gesture of international peace and friendship.
5. Duo was taking shameless advantage of the lack of alarm clock. He was stretched out on the bed, nuzzling into the pillows warmed by the sunshine.
“Time to get up,” Heero said, appearing in the doorway.
Duo swatted at him impatiently. “Begone, evil spirit. Leave me be. In nomines patris, I command you.
“In nomines breakfast, I implore you to get up.” Heero crawled onto the bed and hovered over Duo on his hands and knees. Duo pouted at him and stroked his growing hair. It was an inch long.
“I like you better fuzzy,” he announced, pulling Heero’s head down for a good morning kiss.
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jade_sage, five times Heero tried to change his hairstyle.1. At first, it calmed him down. Well, alright, not at first. At first it was a bloody nuisance. Luckily, soon enough it went past the phase that refused to be tamed with scrunchies and was too long to ignore. It still wasn’t entirely comfortable, as it was falling into his eyes even more so than usual and kept his nape a little warmer than he’d prefer. After a while, however, late at night, he could stare at the ceiling at run his fingers through his own longish hair, imagining they were even longer and more auburn and wavy.
That calmed him down.
2. “I look like a moron.”
“I wish I could argue,” Quatre said sighing heavily. He was sitting right next to Heero, his hair hidden underneath a net. And a bonnet. With flowers on it.
“Why did we agree to it, again?”
“I wish I knew. I recall alcohol being involved, and Duo betting us we cannot withstand true horror. The previous bet included us not being able to withstand three multilayered drinks in quick succession.”
“I was counting on another grind house movie marathon,” Heero admitted, shaking out his newly curled, highlighted hair. “Not a makeover.”
“Be grateful,” Quatre advised taking off the bonnet. “At least you kept the colour.”
3. “What the…” Wufei’s eyes were open wide. “Yuy?”
“Not a word, Chang,” Heero replied, shutting the door to his office in a manner indicating that guests were unwelcome. He leaned against the wall and sighed.
“Should I be offended?” Duo asked, staring at him with his head cocked to the side curiously. There was a little smile dancing about his mouth.
“What?”
“It seems there was a wild party you’ve been to, and I wasn’t invited.”
Heero’s cheeks coloured. He tugged at a lock of his hair self-consciously. It was neon-blue. “Needed to hide,” he muttered, throwing a stack of files onto his desk. He smacked Duo’s wandering hand away from the reports. “You don’t really wanna know.”
4. Heero’s entrance, as per usual, demanded a moment of silence from everyone present. Although right now it wasn’t for the usual reasons.
“Heero, what happened! You seem to have been in a dreadful accident!” Sally said, chocking back a laugh.
“Sod off,” he muttered.
“Yeah, not his fault,” Duo agreed poking Heero’s hairless skull. “We thought the bald crayon is better than the blue one.”
“What are you going for now, collective normality? It doesn’t work with hair, you know.”
The only response Sally got was a twin gesture of international peace and friendship.
5. Duo was taking shameless advantage of the lack of alarm clock. He was stretched out on the bed, nuzzling into the pillows warmed by the sunshine.
“Time to get up,” Heero said, appearing in the doorway.
Duo swatted at him impatiently. “Begone, evil spirit. Leave me be. In nomines patris, I command you.
“In nomines breakfast, I implore you to get up.” Heero crawled onto the bed and hovered over Duo on his hands and knees. Duo pouted at him and stroked his growing hair. It was an inch long.
“I like you better fuzzy,” he announced, pulling Heero’s head down for a good morning kiss.
