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[heartshy]

[Jinx sat huffily in the kitchen, slowly and meticulously picking acrylic paint of of her long hair.

How had this happened. She was miffed - miffed, she projects at you! - about this. Mostly at herself.

Because... she got paint in her hair D:]

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[diemwnt]

[Oh, little sweetheart. Don't get down. These things happen.

Still, he'll be passing through the kitchens on his way out of Hearts--a habit since they've been friends, really--and it certainly makes him pause to see her looking... miffed is really the only word.

Shoulder-tap.]

[heartshy]

[She looks up at him, tears of frustration in the corners of her eyes, and a full-blown pout on her lips.

Look! Look what's wrong with her hair! She is extremely upset by it!

But... She's not upset at Cadogan. So she gives him a weak smile. Hello silent friend.

She'll even drop the offending strand and sign said greeting, along with a 'how are you']

[diemwnt]

[...oh. Oh, no, lovely. No tears. No horrible, painful pouting.

His own hand lifts from her shoulder to briefly, just a touch awkwardly, pats her cheek before replying.]

/Not bad. Need help?/

[heartshy]

[She tries to put the pout away, suck it in and replace it with a smile.

See? She wasn't heartbroken that there was paint in her hair because they would fix it and she totally wouldn't need to cut it.

She hoped.]

/Yes please/

[She held out the fine-tooth comb and brush she'd been trying to use and mimed brushing - she didn't know the right word to sign.]

[diemwnt]

[There's the briefest, unconscious glance at his watch before he nods and takes the comb, tugging a chair around to sit beside her. He won't be able to say anything to her, of course, but using his long delicate fingers to set to work getting paint out of her hair is a worthy occupation. Besides, she doesn't mind silence, right?]

[heartshy]

[There's worry, when he glances at the time. Maybe he was really busy and there was something really important! But... he would mention it if there were, right?

Right. Probably.

She sighs a happy, silent sigh at that. It feels nice and warm.

Head head tilts just a little bit towards his hands]

[diemwnt]

[There's time. For her, anyway.

He's not horribly good with physical affection, of course. Getting better, but still far from perfect. He does think to briefly pause in his work, brush his knuckles against her cheek fondly before setting back into separating the hairs. She'll tell him if he pulls, right?]

[heartshy]

[She turns her cheek into the caress, and beams at him over her shoulder.

He pulls much less than she was pulling when trying to fix it. Hurts much less.]

[diemwnt]

[It will take a few minutes, really, to break her hair up into threads. Quite a few more to pick off the flecks of paint. Another few still to just comb out the hair. Still Better?]

[heartshy]

[She's slumping slightly, melted against the counter by the time those minutes have ticked by.

Yes! Better! Much Better!

She beams at him, twisting enough to sign a 'thank you' at him with evident pleasure.]

[diemwnt]

[There's his sweetheart. His head shakes at her thank-you before he kisses his fingers before tapping them against her nose.

Stay smiling, Jinx. It's a much better look.]

[heartshy]

[Her nose scrunches a little beneath his fingers, but she giggles at him.

She'll do her best!]