[ There's something almost childlike about Sylvain's excitement. Not immature, just...excitement. Underscored by the way he dips his fingers in the beads but makes no effort to direct this process.
Knowing what he does of Sylvain's childhood, it makes Basch grin in return, bashful and pleased. It turns to a real flush at the compliment. ]
I'm not sure you've seen me choose any fashion [ he protests, but there's no bite to it. Maybe he isn't terrible at it. He hasn't lived a life where he's chosen clothing in so long, but he also hasn't been teased for how he keeps his hair or the things he finds beautiful. ]
Come sit. You'll be more comfortable. [ Box still in hand, he guides Sylvain to a largely unused plush chair and vanity. But it gives him somewhere to set the box, and there are hair supplies here. And he finds himself a little shy, a little reverent, turning Sylvain away fromt he mirror and lifting a comb to his beautiful red hair. This isn't something they've done before, and it feels preciously intimate.
He wants to ask what the other wants but bites it back. He's supposed to choose. So, hair combed, he starts to gently use his fingers to section out three small pieces at the temple. ]
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Knowing what he does of Sylvain's childhood, it makes Basch grin in return, bashful and pleased. It turns to a real flush at the compliment. ]
I'm not sure you've seen me choose any fashion [ he protests, but there's no bite to it. Maybe he isn't terrible at it. He hasn't lived a life where he's chosen clothing in so long, but he also hasn't been teased for how he keeps his hair or the things he finds beautiful. ]
Come sit. You'll be more comfortable. [ Box still in hand, he guides Sylvain to a largely unused plush chair and vanity. But it gives him somewhere to set the box, and there are hair supplies here. And he finds himself a little shy, a little reverent, turning Sylvain away fromt he mirror and lifting a comb to his beautiful red hair. This isn't something they've done before, and it feels preciously intimate.
He wants to ask what the other wants but bites it back. He's supposed to choose. So, hair combed, he starts to gently use his fingers to section out three small pieces at the temple. ]