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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.]

[is_to_art]

[ It is rather difficult to mistake the aura of... miffed-ness as he passes through the Castle kitchens, in search of Sandy.

He pauses, however, considering the young girl and her problem - one that he was all too familiar with, actually, though you'd never think it to look at him. ]

Olive oil.

[ And then, after it occurs to him that blurting out things, seemingly at random, might not be the best way to make himself understood. ]

Use it instead of shampoo, when you shower. It should help.

[heartshy]

[She startles, entire body jerking from her perch on the table. (She really shouldn't be sitting there, she'd get in trouble.)

What? Sorry, excuse her, what?]

Olive... oil?

[The words - to a stranger, at that - took so much effort they left her shivering and hot.]

[fiddlerjohnny]

.....you....need help?

[heartshy]

[Her hair dangling between her fingers, Jinx looked at him like her entire world was ending and he was s white knight on a horse come to rescue her.

Yes. Yes yes yes! She would love some help!

She nods so hard, she almost topples herself off her perch on the kitchen counter.]

[fiddlerjohnny]

[He smiles slightly and moves over.]

What did you do?

[Even as he's helping her pick her hair apart.]

[heartshy]

[She gives a sigh that passes through her entire body, seeming to start all the way at her toes]

It was... Too big to paint...

[heartsodarkgrey]

Greylan is always one to know when someone new was in the kitchens. He wasn't someone to sit idly by and not make sure that said person didn't get what they need. So when he saw the young woman looking miffed and with paint in her hair he came over with a slice of chocolate cake and some help.

He set the slice down in front of her. "Water or oil?" He asked gently, gesturing to her hair. "Or is it Acrylic?"

[heartshy]

Jinx wasn't new to the kitchens, but she did tend to keep a very low profile, as the scullery maid. She was quiet as a mouse.

She looks at him mournfully from between her lashes, and pushes a nervous word between her teeth and blushes. "Acrylic..."

[heartsodarkgrey]

Not exactly what he meant by new but that did not matter.

He smiled gently. "Ahhh. Yeah that'a tough one but lucky for you I know how to get it out without messing up your hair. I work with Acrylics sometimes when I paint." He tilted his head. "I've seen you about from time to time...Um. Jinx? Right?"

[heartshy]

What really mattered here was cake, anyway.

Cake always mattered. Which is why she focused the majority of her attention on devouring it.

Nod nod nod. Yup! Jinx. Hello, that's her~

"You can... get it out?"

[morallydefunct]

[Paint in the hair is a sad thing. But luckily there are certain Spades that always seem to come baring gifts.

Hello Jinx, have some chocolate covered Strawberries?]

Why so blue?

[heartshy]

[It is. It is a very sad thing.

A thing of pain and mourning and tiny little frustrated sniffles because she keeps tugging and her head was starting to hurt more than when she let Isaac do her hair.

...And Isaac would never do her hair again.

You see, Victor? Don't you? This was a no good, very bad day. The worst!

Angry sniffle.

But she does drop the hank of hair to pursue this gift, candy-sniffer nose ferreting out chocolate in a tick.]

...Statue was tall...

[morallydefunct]

Statues have a habit of being so.

[But he pushes the box closer to her.]

They are for you.

[Because that is the nice thing to do.]

[heartshy]

[Oh yay~ Se peeks into the box, and pulls out her first treat happily, paint-splattered hair left hanging around her shoulders in favor of sweets.

Mouth cleared of the first bite, she even manages to mumble out] Thank you...

[Questioning head-tilt.

What is he doing here, anyway?]