[ They've managed to get like, a couple dozen feet off at this point. It's going to be an all-day endeavor, considering they don't want to dull their swords or any scissors. It's fine.
But he looks up from where he's seated when he hears static, clicking his pen from where he's been drawing the boardwalk on the plain backing of some wrapping paper. His eyepatch isn't visibly oozing blood at the moment thankfully. ]
Good to hear. [ He's a little amused by the way she's looking at his hair everywhere. It's - it's fine. ] I think almost all of us paid a price for not being more cautious.
[ Hua Cheng looks from her, down to the hair, and back up. ]
Ah, gege was trying to fix the part of my hair that I lost on our trip. He... didn't quite realize that a lot of hair would be the result.
[ That's much better, than the upset from their excursion. Hua Cheng snorts, rolling up his makeshift scroll to set aside - and then lifting his arm in a chicken wing to lift some of his like now-40 feet of hair. ]
It's a little cumbersome to move around with, to be honest, but gege did mean well. I don't mind that we'll be working on it all day.
[... that sort of sweet, gentle sentiment, so casually said... isn't that the nicest sort of thing? He doesn't mind that they'll have to fix it and spend a great deal of time on it, and he says it so easily... it makes Ange look a little charmed despite herself.
They're cute.]
Well, um... if you do not mind that I will also be a little slow to braid it... [LOOKS AT BROKEN ARM] ... I would be happy to braid some of it for you. That way, it will be out of the way until you are ready to continue cutting it.
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week 6, monday
She seeks out HC because he's dad and it was a longass weekend, but she wants to make sure he's doing okay!!
So whenever and wherever she can find him, Ange brightens to see him, lifting her good arm to wave.]
Mister Hua Cheng...! [If his hair is still rapunzel-ing, she, uh, steps over all of that very carefully.]
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But he looks up from where he's seated when he hears static, clicking his pen from where he's been drawing the boardwalk on the plain backing of some wrapping paper. His eyepatch isn't visibly oozing blood at the moment thankfully. ]
Hello, Ange. How're we feeling today?
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Oh... I am all right! I feel better than I did over the weekend. [But like, who doesn't.]
What about you? I wanted to come check on you and see how you are doing, but um...
[... hair?]
You did not have this much hair before, I am quite certain of it.
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[ Hua Cheng looks from her, down to the hair, and back up. ]
Ah, gege was trying to fix the part of my hair that I lost on our trip. He... didn't quite realize that a lot of hair would be the result.
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I see... he meant well. Though I suppose he is the sort of person who always means well.
[He's just so nice.]
Is it in the way at all...? Perhaps it could be braided until you can cut off more.
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It's a little cumbersome to move around with, to be honest, but gege did mean well. I don't mind that we'll be working on it all day.
[ flop ] Though, braiding it wouldn't be so bad.
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They're cute.]
Well, um... if you do not mind that I will also be a little slow to braid it... [LOOKS AT BROKEN ARM] ... I would be happy to braid some of it for you. That way, it will be out of the way until you are ready to continue cutting it.