( luckily it's not like they're that far away from one another, and he's comfortably familiar with all the shortcuts through here. so julian doesn't bother telekinetically responding to her, but does rap his fingers against the frame of her door before he's pushing it open and answering, )
( but he would absolutely start an indie-emo band with a name that is too long, despite his more jockish origins. it's just an unfortunate, undeniable truth.
the hug gets returns with an arm around her shoulders, light and easy, before he's dropping it with a wave of his hand to sit down at her own personal salon she's put together. )
(It is, she can see it, he needs to sing the angst away. Or, well, yell the angst away. Seriously, if not therapy, why not?
But okay, alright. He can take her Switch, do whatever he wants, she's fine as long as she manages to trim before he gets out of the messy, hot, unruly vibes, right into 'I woke up like this (derogatory)'.
( sometimes a guy just wants to be a punk rocker, okay. or sometimes he gets too depressed to cut his hair for a significant period of time and just leaves it to become a messy, too-long mop on top of his head because why not, who gives a shit.
fortunately for everyone, sophie won't let him look like a depressed weirdo. she sets up games and miscellaneous things to keep him busy, but he tips his head back to look back towards her rather than focusing on the things in front of him. )
I don't care much. I don't like it touching my ears, but it's whatever outside of that.
(Oh, here he is. She was mostly expecting him to go play immediately, leave her to her devices and entertainment, but instead, he gives her his full attention. Well, okay then. She bends so she can kiss his forehead, run her fingers through his hair gently before she confirms.)
Okay, we can do that, yeah? I'm not gonna reinvent the wheel here. A little long on the top, short on the bottom, nice edges, mhm? Sorry that I didn't kidnap you sooner, by the way. Stuff, you know how it is.
( fingers run through his hair and julian tips his head into it with a soft groan, shoulders loosening as he gets himself comfortable. there's plenty of things to do, if he chooses to, but right now? relaxing nicely in sophie's room is plenty. )
's not like it's been all that long. I've gone way longer between hair cuts before.
You're missing out on making this a monthly thing.
(Considering he is much like a cat when she does it. Last time he got deep and scary, she's hoping they don't this time, but she spends a while letting him enjoy the love, running nails gently and watching him melt.)
(He can ignore it, she won't, sucks to be him. She's gonna get to wetting it, giving him a few scratches for good measure, and then to the scissors. She'll shave the edges after.)
Oh. Me, actually, including the rainbow dye.
(Fine, Quentin did the first one, but they had a huge fight that day and we don't go there, now she does it herself.)
I wanted to try a bunch of new things with it, but then Josh was taken, and with him, my haircut and color reset, so it took me a while to, you know, experiment.
It's just like him to fuck off and disappear rather than actually, you know, stick around and fix crap.
( hair, hands, missing organs - where is their omega level healer when they need him? gone. like the asshole he is. julian's comfortable enough though, closing his eyes while sophie sprays down his hair. )
Hair grows back fast enough though. 's not like it's going to hurt you any if you lose some of it.
Don't be like that. They took you away too, remember?
(Even if she was mad at him personally. It's fine. Everyone regulates fine in this household.
When his hair is damp enough, she moves to the scissors, laser focused.)
Uh. Nuh uh. Hair is, uh... Mhm. Important. To me, at least. I wanted to look β I guess it kinda doesn't matter to anyone else, right? It's just one of us Cuckoos here anyway.
(An attempt was made to explain something deeply personal, and while she certainly made a total of zero sense, she's acting like she did.
Perfect logic and expressing it came with no gaps or flaws.)
( well, sure, but julian came right back by his own perspective and it wasn't like it was all that long here either, right? he missed a shit mission, yeah, but. they seemed to handle it alright. and foley was here for two moments and then gone, so clearly his disappearance was way more substantial than julian's was.
bitching aside, because he does opt to just drop it rather than whine about foley's absence, julian does raise a hand in an idle wave to just - )
No, I get it. You're trying to be your own person, and with four other damn clones, it's hard. Right? Changing your hair is one of those things you do have control over.
(She went for months of excruciating agony over it, she's fine now, so she gets to laugh at his comfort attempt quietly.
Time for the front, and because she's normal, she's sitting on her desk because she has to work on hair and she wants to look at it at an angle.)
No, it's β you know, uh, half of that is okay. The other half... I mean, there's no perfect, I'm trying to figure out who I am outside of it? I have a very... Mhm, well, concreted-in stuff in my head. So, I mean? I can't figure that out if I keep obsessing with it being perfect and pristine instead of just fucking trying.
So, uh, fucking trying it is. Did that make sense?
Yeah. ( well. kind of mostly but julian's not going to argue semantics of sophie's personal struggle, if it makes sense enough to her it makes sense enough to him. he doesn't need to reason it out. )
I just do whatever with mine. If I fuck it up then I figure it'll grow out soon enough anyway, so it's no big deal. ( but his hair's also usually pretty short, so. ) You thought about trying wigs? Or - ( what do you call them - ) extensions?
And man, she feels like this kind of crap might be too hard for his jock brain to get. Explaining that it felt like an easy way out of her discomfort? Mhm. Maybe.)
You know, yeah, I did, but mhm... It wouldn't make me... Experience it the way I wanted? I don't know. I think I wanted to just be comfortable in my own skin and take risks? Does that make sense? Except it had to be my skin, not at all resemble the others, and be exactly right so it isn't a risk.
You know, I think I've been realizing I'm crazier than I initially thought. I thought I was a walk in the park, super easy, no known faults. Go figure.
(And with the last snip of the scissors, she's done, running her hands onto his hair so she could shake out the bits and pieces, as well as his shirt. She'll deal with the floor... Eventually.)
julian shakes his head out once she's done running her own fingers through his hair, pushing off anything that may possibly be stuck on him still before he bothers finishing that thought, and he does make sure that when he does, he's got his head tipped up to look at her. )
I don't know if you've realized this, but you're as nuts as the rest of us. No mutant gets to adulthood while being even partially sane, we're all fucked in the head in some way or another.
(That tone is cute, it makes her let him hear a very tiny, repressed snort before she sighs, pressing her hands on his cheeks as she rolls her eyes. There's no bite, not really, so she slides to his lap and grabs a clean, fluffy makeup brush to help remove the bits and pieces she sees.
Dude's got no hands. It's the least she can do.)
No, I have, just very recently? I thought I was super well put together, like a monument of sanity. A bitch, yes, but a super consistent, sane one. And then a bunch of stuff started popping up in my brain, and in my life, and then wow, apparently not? Go figure.
So, what game do you want to lose in? I got some Monster in my mini-fridge, some wine, some snacks, I'm really looking forward to you saying 'oh, greatest, most gorgeous Cuckoo, thy truly are the master gamer of this household'.
(Maybe she's beaming, okay, she likes games and she more often than not spends an unhealthy amount of time doing it. It's nice having company sometimes.)
Oh Sophie, greatest, most gorgeous Cuckoo, thy truly are the master gamer of the household.
( there's a teasing lilt to his tone, and he finishes his sentence with a playful snort, because - )
More of a sports guy anyway, you know? You can have the high tier title of best gamer of the house, I won't even call you a nerd over it. ( well actually. ) Okay, that's a lie. If another of your sisters shows up, you're definitely getting the title of nerdy Cuckoo.
( he'll figure out what the rest of them get later eventually but it's whatever for now. )
Not that I don't like 'em and won't play with you, but you know. ( as long as she doesn't suddenly decide she loves baseball and manages to beat his ass there, they're good. he gives a little shrug of his shoulders, because yeah, it's whatever. ) You're welcome to your nerd title.
( the mini-fridge opens without julian bothering to get up, and a monster, small container of wine, as well as some of the miscennalous snacks she has laying around makes their way over toward the table she'd set up earlier. he doesn't want the alcohol, but he figures she does. )
You know, that would have definitely killed me inside β in fact, I hear another Sophie through the multiverse having a heart attack, but you know what? Sure. I'll even dig my grave deeper β did I tell you about my 'no damage, Expert Level' Cupheard run? Because it happened, after two months of getting my ass fucking kicked, so, yeah, truly I am.
(She'll get off his lap, patting any remaining hair out of herself and him, it's close enough. A brow raises with the wine, but she actually wants two Monsters, so that's what her pink signature brings to the table.
She needs to stay awake.)
I'm not a huge sportsy person. I mean, I do music and ballet? I do baseball for the stupidity of it all.
( does she want to fight? because he will start a fight over baseball. though for now his focus is instead on grabbing onto one of the monsters and opening up the tab because he is thirsty. )
( fighting sounds like a lot of effort right now though, especially when he's busy drinking this energy drink that he has, two sips in, realized is not his favorite thing. ah well. it works. )
Wouldn't be the first batshit girl I've gone toe to toe with.
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It's not that long.
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(Gotta give the man some love first, so she hugs him, leading him to where her meticulously planned hair-cutting spot was put together.)
I got you a distraction while I work, at least.
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( but he would absolutely start an indie-emo band with a name that is too long, despite his more jockish origins. it's just an unfortunate, undeniable truth.
the hug gets returns with an arm around her shoulders, light and easy, before he's dropping it with a wave of his hand to sit down at her own personal salon she's put together. )
Not too short, okay?
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(It is, she can see it, he needs to sing the angst away. Or, well, yell the angst away. Seriously, if not therapy, why not?
But okay, alright. He can take her Switch, do whatever he wants, she's fine as long as she manages to trim before he gets out of the messy, hot, unruly vibes, right into 'I woke up like this (derogatory)'.
So, she'll start brushing.)
Same cut at last time, yeah?
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fortunately for everyone, sophie won't let him look like a depressed weirdo. she sets up games and miscellaneous things to keep him busy, but he tips his head back to look back towards her rather than focusing on the things in front of him. )
I don't care much. I don't like it touching my ears, but it's whatever outside of that.
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Okay, we can do that, yeah? I'm not gonna reinvent the wheel here. A little long on the top, short on the bottom, nice edges, mhm? Sorry that I didn't kidnap you sooner, by the way. Stuff, you know how it is.
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's not like it's been all that long. I've gone way longer between hair cuts before.
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(Considering he is much like a cat when she does it. Last time he got deep and scary, she's hoping they don't this time, but she spends a while letting him enjoy the love, running nails gently and watching him melt.)
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( well. yes, it does, but if he just ignores it getting long for a while then it won't be an issue, right? this has worked thus far for him. )
Who's fixing yours?
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(He can ignore it, she won't, sucks to be him. She's gonna get to wetting it, giving him a few scratches for good measure, and then to the scissors. She'll shave the edges after.)
Oh. Me, actually, including the rainbow dye.
(Fine, Quentin did the first one, but they had a huge fight that day and we don't go there, now she does it herself.)
I wanted to try a bunch of new things with it, but then Josh was taken, and with him, my haircut and color reset, so it took me a while to, you know, experiment.
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( hair, hands, missing organs - where is their omega level healer when they need him? gone. like the asshole he is. julian's comfortable enough though, closing his eyes while sophie sprays down his hair. )
Hair grows back fast enough though. 's not like it's going to hurt you any if you lose some of it.
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(Even if she was mad at him personally. It's fine. Everyone regulates fine in this household.
When his hair is damp enough, she moves to the scissors, laser focused.)
Uh. Nuh uh. Hair is, uh... Mhm. Important. To me, at least. I wanted to look β I guess it kinda doesn't matter to anyone else, right? It's just one of us Cuckoos here anyway.
(An attempt was made to explain something deeply personal, and while she certainly made a total of zero sense, she's acting like she did.
Perfect logic and expressing it came with no gaps or flaws.)
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bitching aside, because he does opt to just drop it rather than whine about foley's absence, julian does raise a hand in an idle wave to just - )
No, I get it. You're trying to be your own person, and with four other damn clones, it's hard. Right? Changing your hair is one of those things you do have control over.
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(Easier than say "off to fuck Xorneto, or whatever". Not important.)
I wanted it to be perfect β which is insane. I'm working on that. Kinda.
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( probably not the comfort she was looking for but it's what she gets regardless. see? he's helping. )
You want something for you that isn't theirs. Trying to find something that matches perfectly isn't all that nuts.
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Time for the front, and because she's normal, she's sitting on her desk because she has to work on hair and she wants to look at it at an angle.)
No, it's β you know, uh, half of that is okay. The other half... I mean, there's no perfect, I'm trying to figure out who I am outside of it? I have a very... Mhm, well, concreted-in stuff in my head. So, I mean? I can't figure that out if I keep obsessing with it being perfect and pristine instead of just fucking trying.
So, uh, fucking trying it is. Did that make sense?
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I just do whatever with mine. If I fuck it up then I figure it'll grow out soon enough anyway, so it's no big deal. ( but his hair's also usually pretty short, so. ) You thought about trying wigs? Or - ( what do you call them - ) extensions?
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(Maybe no need to explain that further.
And man, she feels like this kind of crap might be too hard for his jock brain to get. Explaining that it felt like an easy way out of her discomfort? Mhm. Maybe.)
You know, yeah, I did, but mhm... It wouldn't make me... Experience it the way I wanted? I don't know. I think I wanted to just be comfortable in my own skin and take risks? Does that make sense? Except it had to be my skin, not at all resemble the others, and be exactly right so it isn't a risk.
You know, I think I've been realizing I'm crazier than I initially thought. I thought I was a walk in the park, super easy, no known faults. Go figure.
(And with the last snip of the scissors, she's done, running her hands onto his hair so she could shake out the bits and pieces, as well as his shirt. She'll deal with the floor... Eventually.)
Ready to get your ass kicked?
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julian shakes his head out once she's done running her own fingers through his hair, pushing off anything that may possibly be stuck on him still before he bothers finishing that thought, and he does make sure that when he does, he's got his head tipped up to look at her. )
I don't know if you've realized this, but you're as nuts as the rest of us. No mutant gets to adulthood while being even partially sane, we're all fucked in the head in some way or another.
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Dude's got no hands. It's the least she can do.)
No, I have, just very recently? I thought I was super well put together, like a monument of sanity. A bitch, yes, but a super consistent, sane one. And then a bunch of stuff started popping up in my brain, and in my life, and then wow, apparently not? Go figure.
So, what game do you want to lose in? I got some Monster in my mini-fridge, some wine, some snacks, I'm really looking forward to you saying 'oh, greatest, most gorgeous Cuckoo, thy truly are the master gamer of this household'.
(Maybe she's beaming, okay, she likes games and she more often than not spends an unhealthy amount of time doing it. It's nice having company sometimes.)
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( there's a teasing lilt to his tone, and he finishes his sentence with a playful snort, because - )
More of a sports guy anyway, you know? You can have the high tier title of best gamer of the house, I won't even call you a nerd over it. ( well actually. ) Okay, that's a lie. If another of your sisters shows up, you're definitely getting the title of nerdy Cuckoo.
( he'll figure out what the rest of them get later eventually but it's whatever for now. )
Not that I don't like 'em and won't play with you, but you know. ( as long as she doesn't suddenly decide she loves baseball and manages to beat his ass there, they're good. he gives a little shrug of his shoulders, because yeah, it's whatever. ) You're welcome to your nerd title.
( the mini-fridge opens without julian bothering to get up, and a monster, small container of wine, as well as some of the miscennalous snacks she has laying around makes their way over toward the table she'd set up earlier. he doesn't want the alcohol, but he figures she does. )
Mario Kart?
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(She'll get off his lap, patting any remaining hair out of herself and him, it's close enough. A brow raises with the wine, but she actually wants two Monsters, so that's what her pink signature brings to the table.
She needs to stay awake.)
I'm not a huge sportsy person. I mean, I do music and ballet? I do baseball for the stupidity of it all.
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( does she want to fight? because he will start a fight over baseball. though for now his focus is instead on grabbing onto one of the monsters and opening up the tab because he is thirsty. )
No damage? Isn't that impossible?
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(She'll get her own, opening it with the side of her index finger to preserve her nail, and gulping a few.)
Not if you're insane.
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( fighting sounds like a lot of effort right now though, especially when he's busy drinking this energy drink that he has, two sips in, realized is not his favorite thing. ah well. it works. )
Wouldn't be the first batshit girl I've gone toe to toe with.
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