Darien's downstairs

[qsilver_lab_rat]

...the first thing he feels is his head. It... seems like no one messed with his hair, but you could never be sure. Halloween in this place?

He checks in the mirror behind the--

Well, those threads are different, almost as grooving as his usual but not quite. Kinda sleek and he's digging it. Even the pink shades are kinda neat. He'd mind the

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[bloody_rockgod]

It's the hair.

The hair.

"Baby," says a voice entirely too smooth, pure and sweet to be Charlie's, "I love the look."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

He blinks and turns.

"I didn't think you could get shorter."

Headtilt.

"You are Charlie, right?"

[bloody_rockgod]

Oh, the pouting. "'m not that much shorter . . . Yes. I'm not entirely sure who I'm supposed to be, though." He stretches out his hands and inspects the bitten fingernails. "Somebody with questionable personal hygiene and an oral fixation, it would appear."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

He looks at the fingernails before smoothing his hair. Again.

"Just more concentrated hotness, babe. No problem with you being shorter."

He gets a kiss.