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[ ow fuck static and haywire electrics give Cambridge one hell of a headache. He grits his teeth and turns his head away from the erratic lighting. ]

What in God's name is going on here?

[jedimindkink]

[ Had the occasion not been wiped from his memories, Oxford might have charmingly slid over to Cambridge and distracted him with chatter about their first meeting, also in an art gallery of sorts. Also rather an unfortunate collection of modern madness. He raises his brows a little, sounding mildly sympathic. ]

Having trouble?

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[ hrrrgh more sympathy please ]

[ Cambridge spares Oxford only the briefest of glances between wincing at the static and replying in short, curt tones: ]

Apparently terrible wiring gives me a bastard migraine.

[jedimindkink]

[ Yeah no more sympathy, he's out sympathy'd for the evening already. Oxford rolls his eyes, waving a hand at Cambridge, beckoning him closer. ]

Come here. Let me give something a try, my boy.

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[ With a hand against one temple and a foul expression he shifts closer, wary of whatever it is Oxford was about to suggest. ]

'My boy', he says! We both know I'm only four years younger than you, old man.

[ HE'S NOT REALLY ANNOYED BY IT he's just in pain :c ]

[jedimindkink]

Oh, do be quiet for a moment. [ He reaches out, pressing the tips of his fingers to Cambridge's temple, lightly. ] Your pretty little curls are growing out, Cambridge, they take ten years off you immediately. Like a fresh faced boy stepping into university.

[ After a moment staring at his friend's forehead, he drops his hands, smiling in a faintly smug manner. ]

There. How's that?

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Oh dear God, you are rather fixated on my curls, aren't you? [ he sucks in a deep, irritated breath and shuts his eyes before submitting himself to Oxford's ministrations. As much as he wishes he could complain about something hurting or annoying him the process is remarkably pain-free... and slowly but surely he can feel the migraine seep away. He opens his eyes slowly and nods. ]

Yes. A remarkable improvement. [ his voice is low, the closest thing he will get to sounding thankful. ] ...Thank you.

[ ACTUAL GRATITUDE ]

[jedimindkink]

Of course! I am really very fond of them, fleeting as their existence always is. [ To emphasise the point, his eyes drift to gaze upon said curls, lingering upon them far longer than strictly necessary. ] It was my pleasure.

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[ gratitude over and done with, Cambridge lifts his chin and pointedly quirks his eyebrows at the way Oxford looks over his hair. ] Do stop lusting over them, Oxford. I can only imagine it's a convoluted form of deep-seated jealousy. I will need to cut my hair if only --

[ and suddenly he cuts himself short! Cambridge glances away with his gaze transfixed on to mid-air and creases his brow in perplexity, listening hard to something in the room. ]

[jedimindkink]

If only what? [ Once again Oxford's eyebrows shoot up, and he lowers his head a little, until his eyes are level with Cambridge's. ] What on earth is wrong now?

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[ he doesn't reply but quickly delves a hand in to his pocket to fish his Blackberry from his pocket. He stares it in horror before sharply looking back up at Oxford ]

What did you do?