_{[ Lean back all you want, Ishmael. His frame and wide and sturdy, as long as she doesn't mind the spread of hair across his chest and down the middle of his abdomen. Back to work, though, as he busies getting more shampoo on his hands, and yes, he'll continue at the scalp once more. ]}

You know, Ish. I know we just met and all, and I'm sure you're capable of taking care of yourself, but if anyone gives you any trouble here, just let me know.

_{[ scrub scrub her scalp.. he's literally just a really nice guy who is full of himself and stupid, honest. ]}

I'm not sure what to expect, but I'd like to look out for the people who have been nice to me here!