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.

Comments

[electro_kinetic]

"I love you too. I feel like...we don't have to do anything else. There's no fixing to do, there's...nothing that doesn't quite fit. You just work."

She smiles back up at him, arms looped around Remy's waist.

[callmegambit]

"Exactly. I'm sure we'll have arguments, but it works, as we are, and I like that." He smiles at her, feeling absolutely content.

"But I suppose we should continue on. I am curious to see what my hair and yours will look like when we are done."

[electro_kinetic]

"Probably should. So let's go," she says, tugging him along to get the things they need.

[callmegambit]

Remy follows her, and smiles, doing his best to keep her smiling as they get the stuff they need. He likes helping her smile, and making her happy.