[ And in fact there are footsteps approaching, Kleken rounding the corner and looking up from his wrist watch, glancing around before landing his eyes on Vash. ]
[ Kleken takes the hand the ease, offering a firm business-professional handshake in turn, though his skin is notably cooler to the touch than one might expect to feel off a person. Like he'd just stuck his hand in some cold water and toweled off. ]
You can call me Kleken. It's quite pleasant to have a face and name to my playing partner for the time being.
[ You've still got to survive getting your hair styled by the guy wearing the most fuckass undercut on the planet, don't count yourself lucky yet my guy. ]
Yeah, same to you. To be honest, I don't mind this game so much. I've met some really nice people so far.
[ Speaking of though he whirls a chair around for Kleken to sit. ]
If you still think you want me to have a go at your hair.
[ He takes a moment to look at the offered chair, then back to Vash('s hair), then back to the chair once more before nodding his head and moving to sit in it without further comment on why he'd had that moment of pause. ]
Well, it is a dare to complete, and I should take care to finish at least one of them in the spirit of our game.
[ At least it's not the fucked up bob he had as a kid. That's not his fault though.
Vash doesn't seem to notice (or at least, address) the pause. He steps behind Kleken, his flesh and bone hand dusting lightly through his hair for a moment. He'd noticed the cool temperature of the other man's hand, but didn't comment on it. Now though: ] Is there anything I should uhh... be careful about? Are you sensitive to heat?
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I don't believe this was a part of my childhood.
I'm just outside.
[ And in fact there are footsteps approaching, Kleken rounding the corner and looking up from his wrist watch, glancing around before landing his eyes on Vash. ]
Ah- you're here already.
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[ He laughs, stepping over after setting the shears down on one of the tables. He holds his flesh and bone hand out, a smile on his face. ]
Nice to meet you in person, yeah? I'm Vash.
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[ Finally the fortunes have taken pity on him- ]
[ Kleken takes the hand the ease, offering a firm business-professional handshake in turn, though his skin is notably cooler to the touch than one might expect to feel off a person. Like he'd just stuck his hand in some cold water and toweled off. ]
You can call me Kleken. It's quite pleasant to have a face and name to my playing partner for the time being.
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Yeah, same to you. To be honest, I don't mind this game so much. I've met some really nice people so far.
[ Speaking of though he whirls a chair around for Kleken to sit. ]
If you still think you want me to have a go at your hair.
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[ He takes a moment to look at the offered chair, then back to Vash('s hair), then back to the chair once more before nodding his head and moving to sit in it without further comment on why he'd had that moment of pause. ]
Well, it is a dare to complete, and I should take care to finish at least one of them in the spirit of our game.
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Vash doesn't seem to notice (or at least, address) the pause. He steps behind Kleken, his flesh and bone hand dusting lightly through his hair for a moment. He'd noticed the cool temperature of the other man's hand, but didn't comment on it. Now though:
]
Is there anything I should uhh... be careful about? Are you sensitive to heat?
[ Polite...? ]