[John looks back over his scarred shoulder at Poe as his fingers go through his hair, smiling in the way that creases the corners of his eyes. Bright. Without any unspoken heaviness, or gravity at the corners of his mouth.]
Of course you didn't.
[John dunks his head between his knees, spine rounding, blowing bubbles to keep the pinkened water out of his nose. He comes back up again with a gasp, dark hair plastered back from his face. It's longer wet than dry, unevenly cut. John hasn't seen a base barber in years. He doesn't trust them not to shave his head.
It's been some time since anyone's washed his hair. The last time was probably the last proper haircut he'd ever had, sometime during his marriage, at the salon Nancy went to. She tried to make him look presentable, from time to time. For special occasions.
He can't help shaking his head, flinging water everywhere.]
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Date: 2018-03-14 03:19 am (UTC)Of course you didn't.
[John dunks his head between his knees, spine rounding, blowing bubbles to keep the pinkened water out of his nose. He comes back up again with a gasp, dark hair plastered back from his face. It's longer wet than dry, unevenly cut. John hasn't seen a base barber in years. He doesn't trust them not to shave his head.
It's been some time since anyone's washed his hair. The last time was probably the last proper haircut he'd ever had, sometime during his marriage, at the salon Nancy went to. She tried to make him look presentable, from time to time. For special occasions.
He can't help shaking his head, flinging water everywhere.]