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[foolishwren]

[So aside from a few fleeting times she's run into somebody in town or popped up on the 'Gear's network to sass someone, Heather's been a little scarce lately-- ever since the aftermath of her drinking escapades with a certain clone and dweebish scientist. Where's she been? Not far, just... not really around anybody. Why? Well, she sure hasn't been

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[boldandresolute]

[Liquid's got a couple of bruises from where he took out those lawnchairs. With his face.]

[He sat down next to Heather, and, for once, was silent for a few moments. Though Liquid often appeared to be deficient in social skills, he'd had that blank look enough to know that it meant Problems.]

...your roots are showing.

[And that was probably the most brilliant conversation starter ever, right?]

[foolishwren]

[She didn't look up at first, though she nodded as Liquid sat down next to her. ... And his first words were a surprise.]

... Really? [She reached up and gave her hair a tug.] Guess I haven't looked at my reflection much lately.

[boldandresolute]

I can tell.

[He picked a lock of her hair and looked at it.]

You've damaged it pretty well from all the dyeing.

[foolishwren]

[Wryly.] Thanks. [It was sort of the truth, though. She'd been bleaching her hair for years.]

Being stuck in this place hasn't exactly helped. Split-end central.

[boldandresolute]

A vinegar rinse and a deep-conditioning mask should take care of it.

[Liquid's knowledge of hair care was only trumped by his knowledge of making things explode.]

[foolishwren]

[She looked over to Liquid with brows raised.]

.... Oh? [She sounded amused.] And you'd know that how?

[COULD IT BE THAT YOU ARE IN FACT A BIG OL' PRETTYBOY, LIQUID?]

[boldandresolute]

[flippantly] I know all sorts of things.

[I AM NOT A PRETTYBOY, I'M A VERY MANLY MAN WHO JUST SO HAPPENS TO HAVE BEAUTIFUL FLOWING HAIR.]

[foolishwren]

About hair? Do they teach that in the army too?

[Despite the somber mood he'd found her in, Heather actually giggled, because the idea of a bunch of buff army dudes sitting around and doing each others' hair was so goofy that she couldn't help it.]

[boldandresolute]

I didn't learn everything I know in the military, you realize.

[Thankfully, his roots hadn't started to show yet.]

[foolishwren]

Sure, suuuuure.

So where DID you become Mr. Hair Care then?

[boldandresolute]

My hair is naturally perfect and I hardly have to do anything to it, but I've learned a few tricks from having to deal with the desert heat and sand. It's murder on your hair.

[He flipped his hair over one shoulder.]

[foolishwren]

[Okay. That did it. Heather slammed her hands down on the edge of the dock, threw back her head, and just started laughing.]

[boldandresolute]

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What the hell are you laughing for.

[foolishwren]

'Cause of you.

[She reached over and tried to flick his ear because she was annoying.]

Mister Perfect Hair.

[boldandresolute]

[Eyebrow raise]

You're a strange child.

[hair flip]

[If Liquid could sparkle, he'd be doing so right now.]

I'm always perfect.

[foolishwren]

[She'd have reminded him that he wasn't THAT much older than her, but she was having too much fun being strange and childish. She propped her chin up on one hand and grinned a cheshire grin at the soldier.]

You were so perfect when you mowed down that line of chairs.

With your face.