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[always_a_liar]

Elan wiped the steam from the mirror with a hand towel. A thin sheen of water hung on his bare chest and arms as he glanced in the mirror, frowning slightly. His hair was becoming quite long, him having forgone a trim until after he returned, the present trouble unanticipated

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[shelley_winters]

"...Er."

The sight that greeted Shelley as she walked past the open bathroom door was indeed a peculiar one.

She stares.

Did he... have to choose a sparkly purple scrunchie?

[always_a_liar]

A glance over towards Shelley from Elan. He continued to act as if nothing were the matter, being unaware of the inappropriateness of his hair accessory.

"Good morning, Shelley."

[shelley_winters]

"...Why sparkles?" she asks, after a few stupefied seconds.

It's really better than commenting on his state of semi-undress that he left the door open on again.

[always_a_liar]

His brow furrowed as he tilted his head to the side. After a few moments, it occurred to him that she was speaking of the hair device, and he commented a touch defensively.

"It was the first that I grabbed from the drawer so the question might be better asked of you."