( there's an appalling rush of breath, like he doesn't quite believe it--but as he's looking down the line of gladiolus' jaw, considering, he can see that there's actually more growth here than he expects. maybe he's just gotten too complacent, staring up at gladiolus in the shadows of his room; maybe it's just he really does have so little concept of how quickly facial hair grows when he barely gets any to begin with. his lips press together, considering; his thumb pushes up on the razor's power button, humming it to life.
well, a month is fine. they've got months upon months in this place, stuck almost in a permanent limbo, and nothing has changed, really, except a few odd moments of disrepair--maybe they just have to wait out the storm, let the resort consume itself before spitting them back out into their own worlds.
his hold on gladiolus' chin is firm, at least, sliding forward on his thigh on purpose--his back arches, skimming the razor gently down from gladiolus' sideburns, trimming one layer down his jaw. )
Doesn't bother me. My face won't get all itchy when you kiss me.
( a wolfish sort of smile, but his concentration is on the work at hand; he's not quite practiced with this thing yet, so it takes a few passes to start to smooth the hair down to nothing on this side. )
Besides, you like it. ( this: whether that means the maid outfit, the shaving, or his weight on his thigh. ) Right~?
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( there's an appalling rush of breath, like he doesn't quite believe it--but as he's looking down the line of gladiolus' jaw, considering, he can see that there's actually more growth here than he expects. maybe he's just gotten too complacent, staring up at gladiolus in the shadows of his room; maybe it's just he really does have so little concept of how quickly facial hair grows when he barely gets any to begin with. his lips press together, considering; his thumb pushes up on the razor's power button, humming it to life.
well, a month is fine. they've got months upon months in this place, stuck almost in a permanent limbo, and nothing has changed, really, except a few odd moments of disrepair--maybe they just have to wait out the storm, let the resort consume itself before spitting them back out into their own worlds.
his hold on gladiolus' chin is firm, at least, sliding forward on his thigh on purpose--his back arches, skimming the razor gently down from gladiolus' sideburns, trimming one layer down his jaw. )
Doesn't bother me. My face won't get all itchy when you kiss me.
( a wolfish sort of smile, but his concentration is on the work at hand; he's not quite practiced with this thing yet, so it takes a few passes to start to smooth the hair down to nothing on this side. )
Besides, you like it. ( this: whether that means the maid outfit, the shaving, or his weight on his thigh. ) Right~?