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[A few days after gravity is restored to the station, Ryuji returns to the mess hall from Haru's garden to find a small robot flipped upside down, panicking through a series of morse beeps and boops, which- okay, that's kind of cool, and quickly figures out that the paneling and suction entrances of the little guy means it's probably meant for filtration and cleaning.

Looks pretty study, looks... waterproof, maybe? He lends a hand to get him right side up and it starts slowly moving forward. Ryuji takes out his communicator and immediately films this as it happens, because, why not?

He posts two videos on the network- the roomba moving down the hall and one, a few hours later in the fitness center as it crawls from the edge, and dives right in.]

Oh shit! Are you supposed to do that?

Whoa, whoa- I don't know how to fix you if you--- WHOA, COOL.

Hey, sup?

Just lettin you guys know the pool looks crystal clear now. All thanks to this little dude.

I figure I should give 'em a name but uh

Everything that comes to mind is kinda lame

Anyway, I think it's good? Anyone wanna give it the first try?

[Complete with file0033.png - a picture of crystal clear water.]

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i'm cutting your hair, not your face, don't worry

DUDE YOU JUST IMPLIED THAT I CAN LIVE WITHOUT EARLOBES

I SAID YOU COULD LIVE WITHOUT THEM, NOT THAT I'D ACTUALLY CUT THEM OFF

WELL EXCUSE ME FOR WORRYING ABOUT MY TOTALLY HANDSOME FEATURES WHEN YOU'RE SO BLATANTLY OKAY WITH THEM NOT EXISTING.

FORGET IT I'LL JUST CUT MY OWN HAIR AND YOU CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO CUT YOUR OWN!!

NO??

WHAT IF I CUT MY EAR OFF??

SO YOU JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO BLAME ME FOR CUTTING YOUR EAR OFF HUH

CUTTING IT OFF OR TALKING IT OFF YOU SEEM TO BE REALLY GOOD AT IT EITHER WAY

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

i'm coming over to take the scissors now

[Take??? the scissors? He can't watch?]

Aight.

Lemme just finish trimming the pubes with em first

[He's.... he's joking, right??? Hajime's pRETTY SURE HE'S JOKING??]

try not to cut anything off you'll miss, cause i'd really rather not be the one to stitch that back up

[That's. That's on Alucard. Anyway he's absolutely coming over, knocking a few times on Ryuji's door. Knock knock, binch, open up so he can cut your ears off.]

[He grimaces at the comment. There's something about mentioning the idea of cutting himself there that makes him viscerally feel something a phantom pain of threat down there. Ugh, thanks Hajime.

But he is acutely aware that he'll arrive soon, and tries to tidy up a little bit. Not even for appearances or anything like that, but because the room always feels smaller when there's 2 people in it... and if Ren comes back from wherever he is, it'll be even worse with 3.

Answering the door, he's got the scissors in his hand, held on by the loop of the metal half with the thumb hold on it.]

Good timing. I just finished up and I'm smooth as hell right now.

Oh, great. And here I thought you'd gone and cut it off.

[...Eugh. That hurts to think about. And while he's still totally not convinced that's what Ryuji was actually doing, he's still... taking the scissors by the other end of the handle, not the blade. He's just going to head into the bathroom to wash them really quick, first. yeah.

Let's get away from that thought, shall we??]

I'm surprised you haven't tried using bleach on your hair or something by now.

Wow. You know what? You can screw right off into the land of... wherever people go where they screw off to.

[He deflates a little bit.

Nice comeback, dweeb.

Rolling his eyes- he hopes Hajime knows that HE'S KIDDING and that he didn't TRIM HIS PUBES with his only pair of good scissors. But now that that's out there in the world, he might, one day. Exactly when Hajime needs to borrow them and he's long forgotten this exchange.

Either way, he follows him, leaning up against the door to the bathroom with arms crossed.]

Oh? I was hopin' to use some on your little bean sprout.

[He just laughs. What a great comeback, 10/10. Comeback of the century right there.

He shakes the scissors a few times to get any residual water off them, raising an incredulous eyebrow at Ryuji through the mirror.]

Sorry, what? Blond isn't my color.

[White on the other hand? Maybe that could be kind of cool.]

What are you talkin' about? You could totally... rock blond...

[Ryuji can't even keep a straight face while he says this. It takes time to build up to this level of looking cool while continually box-dyeing your hair.

Except, he was kind of fucked. He'd been meaning to ask Ren to help him out with touching it up.]

My mom used to help me dye it. She hated it at first, sayin' that I looked better with my natural hair color, but the first time I tried it on my own, it came out bright orange and I had to take a few days off of school. So she started to help me out. It was kinda like our Saturday night tradition.

[Watching him, he waits to see if he's really going to do it. If he's really going to cut his hair. By himself.

Yes, this is the only form of entertainment on Reverie Station.]

[Hajime just snorts, opting not to dignify that with an answer. He kind of just... hovers the scissors, combing his fingers through his hair and trying to pretend like he knows what he's doing. It really can't be that hard, right? Just... separate some of his hair and chop. Get hair all over Ryuji and Ren's bathroom instead of his own.

He glances back in the mirror again though. Briefly, there's the idea of taunting him for being a mama's boy, but he swallows it immediately. He's just not the kind of person to mock that kind of relationship.]

It sounds like you guys are close, huh?

[Okay, he's... taking a deep breath, straightening his shoulders and-- snip.

The tiniest bit of hair falls to the sink. It's like he didn't even do anything.]

[Hajime is going to pick up that hair off the floor and the sink, right? He's not planning on leaving his luscious locks all over the place for Ryuji to pick up, piece by piece, until Ren comes in and asks him what the fuck he was doing.]

Yeah. I may not be the best son in the world, but I don't wanna cause her any grief.

[He's definitely a mama's boy. Punk with a heart of gold.

He looks over at the tragic piece of hair fall downward, and he winces. Ryuji doesn't feel like standing, so he walks in, grazes past Hajime and sits down on the toilet. There's really nothing in the way of him knowing how to cut hair, so it's not like he can offer advice on the matter. Maybe he could do better with a buzzer.]

Oh my god... you look so much better already.

[He smiles, offering a thumbs up for Extreme Encouragement.]

[That's kind of cute? Hajime can't help but smile with a bit of fond envy. It's nice to have a good relationship with, well, one parent, at least, though he definitely doesn't envy what little he knows about Ryuji's dad.

He'll... probably clean up after himself. Depends on how quickly he needs to retreat from the inevitable fashion disaster that his hair will become.

Instead, he just makes a face at Ryuji's encouragement and snips off a longer piece. Hmm... okay, that's. Maybe a little too short? it's fine, he can just move some of the spikes to cover it later. Assuming he doesn't murder any more of them.]

Great, that means by the time I start cutting yours, I'll be a pro at it.

[Snip snip snip. He's kind of lucky that his preferred hairstyle is a pointy mess, because at least that makes it a little easier to keep the shape. If he messes up, it's fine, he can just say that's part of the style.]

It's kind of lucky you found these scissors at all, huh?

[The world has a way of balancing things out. One amazing mom, one shitty dad. One extra long strand of hair, one pitifully short. Ryuji watches on, trying not to make Hajime too nervous by being especially intent on it, but he's curious to see how he holds up to the entire experience. It must be pretty awkward to do this in a mirror since you're not actually watching your own hands, and then there's always the trick that as you move your hand where you think it'll be closer to your head, it's actually going in the opposite direction entirely.]

I mean. That's kinda the plan here.

[He leans down from the toilet seat that he was sitting on to bring out a first aid kit. It's been sitting there since Lisa brutally murdered his hand the last time he tried to pick her up.

Leaving it there, comically, of course. Just in case he cuts his ear off.]

It's strange as hell that they were in the tub. Stuff just appearing out of nowhere, especially stuff that's... pretty damn sharp... that's kinda worrysome. You know the weird thing is, though. These look familiar. I can't really say with any certainty, but I gotta say.

I think these mighta been my actual hair stylist's.

[He shrugs.]

Yo- I don't know shit about hair cutting, but... I think you wanna go up and down when you're cutting and not straight across. Otherwise you're gonna end up with a bowl cut. Is that what you're doin? I can't even tell.

...Wait, seriously?!

[He was absolutely just starting to cut straight across, so he pulls the scissors away from his head and starts inspecting his style the best he can in the mirror. Oh... hm.]

Here, you do it!! If they're your stylist's scissors, then you know how they work, right?

[He turns the scissors over in his hands and tries to pass them off. Please take them, his spiked hair is his signature Look^TM, he can't afford to loose it.]

[THIS WASN'T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.

He looks at the scissors like they're a sacred weapon, wielded only by a select few who have had the appropriate training. Can he... really do this?

Looking up at Hajime, there's obvious worry in his eyes.]

Dude... you trust me enough to do that?

...I trust you to know if you mess it up, I'll do the same to yours.

[It's said in a manner to imply it's a joke, but would he? ...No, he wouldn't, he's too nice of a boy, but he'd think about it.

Also he'd probably not come out of Ryuji and Ren's room until it grew back so that's a secondary punishment.]

Maybe it'll be easier if I can just tell you what to do.

Can you really mess up mine, though? It already looks kinda like a mistake anyway.

[Just to prove he's right, he holds out a chunk of his own hair and clips down into it, pulling out a few pieces of strands. For the most part, it still looks like bedhead express in here, and he places the remnants in the garbage.

Point proven, he looks at Hajime, and then points to the toilet.]

Alright. You command, I'll cut. But you gotta be sitting or else there ain't no way in hell I'm gonna be able to see your head right.

[And if he does mess it up, having Hajime live in the family room wouldn't be the worst thing that could possibly happen. Just saying.]

I wouldn't have said mistake... [he hedges, because it's not like he, a boy who's probably never used a hairbrush in his life, has anything to comment on re: bedhead.

But he does as he's told, taking a seat facing backwards on the toilet to give Ryuji better access to his hair. His shoulders are starting to itch preemptively, a kind of this is a mistake feeling as he glances toward the mirror.]

Just be careful with this bit, I kind of like it.

[--The ahoge, that is. He tugs his fingers against that stubborn, expressive bit of hair. It's starting to droop under its own weight, but if that part is getting cut, he's going to be the one to do it.]

...And don't cut my ears off. You know, there was a serial killer back home who went after boys using scissors?

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