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Sage had oretty quickly had to turn his gaze from the girl's, even if it was incredibly difficult to do so. Her eyes were startlingly pretty...and as an artist, he found himself admiring the way the colors all blended together to create the most perfect shade, complimenting her features well. He wasn't even like...thinking wow she's hot, like a kind of normal guy might...he just couldn't help but think about it all like art. A masterpiece, he supposed. But yes, she was pretty, and he had to admit that when she turned away and moved the conversation on, he found a sort of slight ache in his chest. What was that about? Was he dissapointed at how that had turned out? He supposed he had sort of been hoping for something...even if it was just the reassurance that not all relationships like that were bad. That one day he'd find the right person. Not that that was likely now. "Dunno. A long time i guess," he msued in response ot her question.
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"Its getting long." T said, bringing a hand up to casually fiddle with a strand by his ear. "Would you want one?" She asked lightly, tilting her head at him despite the fact he had long since looked away. He looked, for lack of a better word, dissapointed at her acceptance of his words. She let out a soft sigh, fiddling with his hair a moment longer before she dropped it and pulled it back to her side, glancing off. She felt as if she had given the wrong answer; but there was no changing that. Talking to another person after so long and trying to say what you mean was so difficult.
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Sage chuckled lightly and nodded when she mentioned that it was getting long, shrugging slightly. "I haven't put much thought into it," he admitted. Then he raised an eyebrow slightly, looking back over at the girl. "You can cut hair," he asked, rather surprised at that. "I guess it has gotten annoying," he admitted after a moment. He didn't move away from her hand though, and admittedly felt. Bit disappointed when she dropped it. It was stupid really. But whatever. "If you want to cut my hair I certainly won't stop you," he mused lightly.
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"Well I suppose theres no need to. I just think it would be nice to be able to see your eyes for once. Not that what you have right now isn't doing things for you." T joked, gesturing to the fringe over his eyes. She offered him a smile at his surprise, giving a light, amused nod. "Yeah. I've been cutting my own since a little before the apocalypse. I was too broke to get to a salon. I will say, I'm not as experienced with men's hair, but I think I could manage." She shrugged, offering him a full grin at his consent. "Alright. If Lizzie is good to chill in the blankets for a little, I can do it now." She offered, trying not to seem over eager.
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Sage chuckled lightly in response to her comment and nodded. "I will admit that I've chopped it with my dagger a few times when it blocked my sight too much," he noted with a sort of sheepish grin. He rolled his eyes at her next comment and snorted. "Add some eyeliner and I'm just your picture perfect emo broody guy, I know," he joked. "Want me to slouch in the corner like some kind of deformed creature and howl about my terrible childhood for you," he teased. He shrugged when she mentioned the next couple things and moved to settle Liz down in all the blankets, along with the small chewy toy he'd found a while back to keep her occupied. "It's better than what I could do I'm sure," he mused as he crawled back over to the girl.
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"I'm sure that was a stunning look." Tempe joked, giggling at his next comment. "Aw, I think you could rock some eyeliner. Tap into the whole, 'Rah, I'm depressed' vibe." She said sarcastically, smiling at him. "I'm alright for now. I'd rather cut your hair." She joked, shifting to get on her knees and fish a dagger out from her bag. She watched him crawl off and then back, offering him a smile. "Welcome to the barbershop of your dreams." She teased, sitting on her knees with her arms spread very slightly. Lucifer had scuttled off to lay with Liz when Sage had set her down. "Just sit here and relax." She said lightly, patting the floor in front of her.
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Sage chuckled lightly and shrugged in response to her comment. "Well I didn't care much, and it wasn't like anyone else could see it," he pointed out lightly. Then he nodded and pointed at her when she spoke up again. "Exactly! I could embrace all my trauma," he chirped before rolling his eyes. "You're no fun," he teased, but move to scoot over in front of her anyway. "Lucky me," he chuckled, tilting his head back to look over at her. "I'm sure you'll do better than me at least," he mused lightly. He didn't care much what he looked like, so she could do whatever she wanted. "Just do whatever. I couldn't care less what it looks like," he added. Edited at March 6, 2024 04:50 PM by NightClan
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Tempe set a mock surprised hand over her chest in fake surprise at his comment. "You didn't care? What about Lizzie? She has to see you every day. Its not fair to torture her." She teased, letting out a soft laugh at his next comment. "Unfortunately, I don't think I have eyeliner on hand for you." She joked, smiling at him. "Excuse you? I'm lots of fun. You just haven't experienced my fun aspects yet." She huffed teasingly, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "I'm sure I will." She joked, leaning forward and letting out a soft breath as she did so, observing his hair lightly. She ran her fingers up the nape of his neck and into his hair, dragging her nails very softly along his scalp as she thought.
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Sage snorted in response to her comment about torturing Lizzie with his hair, an amused smile lingering on his face. "If that's what messed her up, we have other things to worry about," he mused lightly, throwing a glance at the baby, who was happily flopping around on the blankets. "I could always find some from a store. I doubt that stuff would be taken," he half joked before rolling his eyes in response to her other comments. "Well if I'm letting you mess around with my head you'd better count yourself lucky," he teased, though he went silent when he felt her nails run along his skin. Damn....why did it have to feel so good? Some kind of thought nagged at his stomach, telling him this was a bad idea. They'd get close, and then she'd die. Or leave him or hurt him or.....no. No, that couldn't happen. But it might. Eventually he decided to just shut his brain off as best he could, ignoring what it was thinking and just enjoying her touch while he had it.
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Tempe tilted her head at him with a grin. "You'd be surprised. People will do a lot for makeup." She teased, rolling her eyes at him for the comment despite the fact he couldn't see her. "Right, I'm the lucky one. How could I forget?" She joked, her smile slipping away at his silence. She took in another breath, enjoying the feel of his hair in her hand. After, she withdrew her fingers and gently reached her arm over his shoulder to tip his chin up slightly. "Stay still for me." She muttered softly, dipping her head slightly in an effort to make sure He heard her. After, she lifted her dagger and took a few measurements of his hair, thinking for a moment before she started gently cutting his hair at the back, so that it was closer to an inch or so. She was gentle, quiet, and rather close. Her breath fell softly on his neck as she moved.
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