Day 31: Breakfast

[tsunagari]

And then he was back in his room again. Sai frowned at the ceiling momentarily, but was soon sitting up. He was back in the Landel's uniform again, which really saved him the trouble of having to change, didn't it

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[vladville]

"It doesn't, does it?" Vlad agreed mildly. Watching Brooklyn play with his hair was a little odd. It was quite messy, like Daniel's, but otherwise resembled Vlad's hair in shade and in style. Vlad had gradually aged into the premature whiteness of his own hair so that it might have been natural, but Brooklyn's hair seemed to be the same, white-haired before a human normally would be. Then again, Brooklyn might be older than he seemed, or hair colors might not have the same rules for him. For that matter, there was no way of knowing if the young man (without knowing his actual age, Vlad still thought of him as 'younger,' intellectually if not chronologically) had hair in his usual form. Asking that might seem like an insult, and Vlad certainly didn't want to insult his good new friend here.

Instead, he tried the vaguer and still sympathetically toned, "Can't get your hair the way you like it here?" Come to think of it, his own hair's obedience was a little odd, considering how messy it had been last night by the time Daniel was through. Had someone rearranged it for him while he was incapacitated?

[manhattan_red]

Brooklyn made an aggravated sound, pushing a few loose strands back behind his ear again. "I'm just not used to having to deal with it," he grumbled. And since Vlad didn't seem too weirded out about the reveal of what his true form was (probably didn't actually believe him, but whatever) he explained further. "Usually the horns and wings keep it in place."

He held both hands up to his forehead with the palms facing backwards, trying his best to show how his horns worked. "And my ears were large enough that there wasn't much room for it to fall forward, see?"

[vladville]

"Hmm." Vlad frowned and tilted his head (ow, blast it) then bent it back straight again, wincing. He thought he could get a mental picture of Brooklyn, at least. "Well, it could be worse. At least you're used to having hair; might have had nothing, or flames rising from your head, or something equally disconcerting. Some of the non-human individuals I've met have had traits like that."

Now, the problem at hand. "Well, for the hair behind you, there's enough that you could probably braid it if you liked. That might control it a little better. For the hair around the forehead... I've kept my hair back like this for years, that's part of why it stays in place so well." Though it didn't explain why he woke up freshly coiffed. "You used to have something holding your hair back... perhaps something to replace it is in order. There's always bobby pins or hair gel. Have you tried asking the nurses? They seem rather overly happy to try and help, though this difficulty might be a bit of a stretch for them." He considered again. "Or some sort of headband. Just to keep the hair out of your eyes."

Hairstyle advice for a former gargoyle. Well, there was no reason why not. Vlad did have excellent taste and the young man needed guidance--nice, friendly guidance.

[manhattan_red]

The expression on Brooklyn's face went from unsure to downright weirded out as Vlad went on. All of those options sounded particularly... girly. He didn't want to come out and say this, however, on the off chance that he might insult is new acquaintance. Instead he just gave a rather unconvincing smile and nod.

"I'll, uh... keep all those ideas in mind." Now that he gave it more thought, he could deal with the few occasional loose strands. Girls went for wild, didn't they?