oom: curl up and dye

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko is found on the floor in her room, lying on the comfortable moss-and-rock-and-pond patterned rug in the late Milliways afternoon sun, surfing internet images. It's about time she got her undercut re-done, and she should consider colors and designs. It's just one of those things, usual upkeep for constantly changing hair: there are, too, pages up for vinyl headphone skins, clothing and fashion, among other things.

She also has the Hamilton soundtrack going--the CD case lying beside the laptop with scribbled signatures all over the cover design--and her headphones over her ears, blocking out most noises but the music.

Time for relaxation.

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[callmegambit]

Remy padded in from the bathroom, towel around his waist, smiling as he saw her, having taken a luxuriously long bath, and settles near her, just watching her for a moment. She is beautiful, and a part of him still can't believe she said yes to him, but she did.

His grin is gentle and warm as he clears his throat, softly, then louder, just to let her know he is there, if she does not know. And then he flops beside her, stretching slowly and letting himself relax.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko looks over and smiles at her friend--boyfriend, fiance, better half, pick a term--when he flops down, pulling her headphones off and letting the thrumming beat play on.

"Hey, you," she says in a murmur, smiling. "Just chilling for a while. Maybe we could make dinner plans for later." Her browser is paused for the moment on a before-and-after picture of a head of rainbow hair in amongst the hundreds of shades of blue. "Looking up some stuff."

[callmegambit]

"Sounds like fun. Dinner with you, chere', is always interesting." Which he means sincerely. He usually either learns something, or flirts shamelessly, or just have fun. And all of it is interesting to him.

"Yeah?" he glances toward her computer, and back to her. "Thinking of a remodel?" His eyes are warm as he looks at her.

[electro_kinetic]

"Maybe," she answers. "It's about time to re-do my undercut if I'm going to, I thought I'd look up some designs and see what stuck."

Though she has also found a cute short bob cut, which is also a consideration. It'd help grow out the shaved portion without looking too strange or unintentional. "You ever considered dyeing your hair?"

[callmegambit]

"As long as you're having fun, Noriko, should be good." He nodded.

"Done it a few times, for work, but never for play. Never thought about it, really. Why, you see something in there, you wanna see on my magnificent hair?"

He teased her lightly, and smiled.

[electro_kinetic]

She snorts.

"Well, I've thought about it, certainly," she laughs. "But not like...specifically. Not like I've made a plan. I've thought about you with rainbow fire opal hair, like that," Noriko says, pointing to the picture. "Not necessarily that cut, though. It's a little emo for you."

[callmegambit]

Remy rolled closer and peered at it, placing one hand on the side of her hip, to steady himself, of course.

"I could do that. Might be fun to shock people with sudden hair change."

[electro_kinetic]

Of course.

"You think? I've thought about toning it down for you, you know. More opal, less rainbow."

[callmegambit]

"Neh. I take only above board jobs for awhile, spend more time making my fiance smile, no harm no foul." He smirks at her.

"Besides, I'm curious how it'll look."

[electro_kinetic]

"Well, I also want to wait for straight rainbow until Pride," she chuckles, taking his hand and twining her fingers with Remy's. Nori pointed to another, more toned-down for him.

"Is it gonna affect your job that much? With the guild and all?"

[callmegambit]

He squeezed her hand gently and nodded. "Seems appropriate." His thumb stroked the side of her hand as he shook his head.

"I take jobs as I want, and I could show up dressed like a peacock and as long as I still make sure they are getting good jobs and profits, they will still follow." He chuckled.

[electro_kinetic]

"Well yeah, but part of me being with you is making sure you won't do something for me that'll adversely affect you," Noriko explained. "Like silly hair color."

Never mind that hers is bright blue and she doesn't care what people think, Nori cares for Remy and that includes his professional reputation. "I could do shadow roots and it'd be easier for you to grow out. You could come with me to get the stuff for it, pick your colors."

[callmegambit]

"True, but I am sure it won't." He gently poked her. "But thank you. I appreciate it, love." He leaned in to kiss her warmly.

"That sounds like a fun outing, to me." Anything with her sounded fun, really.

[electro_kinetic]

"You're welcome." He was always welcome with her, and Noriko showed it with the way she kissed back, twisting to lay on her side, computer pushed away for a moment.

"Slightly less cultured than the last one, though."

[callmegambit]

He loves hose kisses, and he smiles as he snuggles close.

"Hmmm, sometimes culture is fun, sometimes just doing things together is fun." he nods. "Normal things, everyday things, those are fun, too, sometimes." He grins.

[electro_kinetic]

"I'll happily do your hair for you. And you can help me figure out what to do with mine," she says. "Can't decide on longer or shorter. Or to just re-cut the design in the back and leave it long. Ish."

Noriko's hair isn't horribly long now, just long enough to pull up into a topknot, but down it lays just below her shoulders. "This is the longest it's been in a while."

[callmegambit]

"Oh yeah? I'd like that. Both things." He cocked his head to the side, thinking. "Shorter, maybe? Might be fun."

He reached up to tug at it gently. "I do like it long, but I'll like your hair however it looks."

[electro_kinetic]

"I found a cute pixie cut, but I don't know if I'm that brave or not," she said, with a little nervous chuckle. Brave as she was, she was still nervous over getting all her hair cut off.

She reached up to take his hand, freeing the length of her hair. "How long do you like it?"

[callmegambit]

He smiled. "I think you could pull it off, for sure. "

At her question, he squeezed her hand. "LOng enough to bury my hands in, and just feel your hair, I admit." he chuckled. "But I would also like it when it when it is short."

[electro_kinetic]

"Well a pixie definitely isn't long enough to bury anything in," Noriko replied. "It's...super short. Like a boy's haircut, basically yours."

She liked that Remy had a little bit of length to his hair, enough that she could wrap it around her fingers sometimes. "I'll see how badly I chicken out once we get to the place? Gotta get someone else to cut it, I don't take scissors to my hair anymore. And we gotta get your dye."

[callmegambit]

"I know, and I would like it anyway." He stuck out his tongue at her and flicked it.

"Sounds good to me. I am definitely up for this little trip." He kissed her shoulder and her neck and her mouth softly.

[electro_kinetic]

"You might want to put on actual clothes first," she reminded him, though she didn't stop him kissing whatever he felt like. "I mean, I might get jealous of all those other women getting a free show."

And seeing as she could tell exactly how up he was, metaphorically speaking, it'd be quite the show.

[callmegambit]

Remy rolls one shoulder in a half-shrug. "Den I would get dressed before we go. Don' want you to ever be threatened, at all, chere'." He smirks at her, running a hand along her side, and teasing fingers stroking her hip, before sighing with a smile.

"When do you want to go?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Less threatened, more amused. You can look all you want, you have eyes and it's natural, and I won't stop that," she says. "I figure whenever you're ready. I can leave in this, I'm good."

It's just skinny jeans and a tee shirt, but she can rock it and messy hair.

[callmegambit]

"Good. And okay." He rolled up to his feet, padding to the closet where his bag was, which had more clothing in it. He always had a change or two with him for going out and about. He vanished into the shower to wash off, and was out a few minutes later, wearing a shirt and jeans and loafers over a light version of his armor. Because he did not trust that simple would stay that way.

"Alright, chere' I'm ready."