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Third floor common room [morning]

...so Cade had to use the karking bra that Karla had included in his welcome basket.

Ask him--her?--how thrilled he was about that right now.

SO THRILLED.

He was also very thrilled that someone seemed to have eaten his common room out of Cocoa Puffs, which was why he was currently curled up in a sulky ball on the sofa looking for something to watch on television.

[OOC: So open!]

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"Depends on the species in question," Cade said with a little grin.

Congratulations, Cade. For what might be the first time in his life, Sparkle had no immediate reply to that, just kind of standing there with his mouth hanging open for a moment.

...

"Butterscotch?"

There were not many people who would brag about something like that. At least, not from Earth, where it was generally frowned upon to handle non-human breasts like that. Unless you were a farmer.

And then most people didn't brag about their udder-squeezing prowess, so.

"Hi," Cade said, with a little wave. "This is weird."

"Little weird," Sparkle replied, blinking. "... You have pretty hair."

Just throwing that out there on a completely platonic sort of wavelength. Sparkle kind of wanted to play with it. Was that wrong?

"It's so long," Cade complained. "I'm not really sure what to do with it."

Genetics were compelling him into some sort of weird bun?

Cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls on the sides of his face!

"Here, lemmie see," Sparkle decided, hopping over the back of the couch so that he could perch on the side of it, because hair. "I could probably put that up for you, get it out of your eyes. Or, you know, just cut it. There are scissors in the kitchen."

Or, well, kitchen shears. Not exactly the same thing.

"Will I wake up with stupid hair when this wears off?"

Stupider hair?

"No clue," Sparkle replied, sounding... extra chipper, what with the female vocal cords and all. "You rather I just put it up instead of risking a haircut that sticks when we've got all our guy parts back, then?"

"Yeah, I think that seems better," Cade replied.

"Okay, give me a second," Sparkle replied, and he made a dash across to the kitchen again, doing some digging around before surfacing with a few rubber bands and a victorious grin. And then it was another dash back, and a bounce over the back of the couch to rival the last one. "So, what are we going for, here? Function? Fashion? I can just braid it if you like, or we can try a bun or something. A braid will probably hold for a couple of days, if we're stuck like this that long. A bun... maybe? I can fix it if it doesn't, anyhow."

Your hair, Cade. Give it to him.

"Braids?" Cade said, wishing he didn't sound so tentative.

"Don't worry," Sparkle laughed. "I'm not going to leave you looking like you were raised in the Alps playing little milkmaid or something. C'mere."

He made a reach for Cade's hair.

You were going to be the prettiest, Cade.

YAY!

"All right..." Cade sounded dubious. "Just don't make me look like a queen from Naboo."

"If I had any idea what queens from Naboo looked like," Sparkle said, merrily running his fingers through Cade's pretty pretty hair, "I'd totally promise to avoid that look. As it stands, I'm thinking... French braid. The kind that goes down the back. That way it'll all be kind of like tucked into itself, you know?"

Because Cade would totally know what France was better than Sparkle knew of Naboo.

"Sure!"

Cade had no idea what Sparkle was talking about.

"Just trust me," Sparkle crooned, and got to work, braiding Cade's hair. "And if I'm pulling... deal. It'll look like shit if it isn't tight."

He was the most sympathetic hairdresser you were ever going to meet, Cade. Truly.

He was feeling weirdly compelled to close his eyes and tell Sparkle all of his relationship woes, and he didn't even have relationship woes!

"I'd hate to look like shit," Cade agreed.

"Exactly. So you just get comfortable and let Sparkle get you all prettied up."

He hummed for a moment as he worked his way through all of that hair.

"So, would I be totally pushing my luck if I said you'd look fucking amazing with a bit of make-up? Because you would."

That was a compliment, Cade.

"Oh, I totally would," Cade agreed modestly. "Think we should get dressed up and make stupid dudes buy us drinks?"

"Oh god yes." The only reason Sparkle wasn't clapping his hands right now was because they were full of Cade's hair, and there was no way in hell he was going to mess up this braid. "I get an employee discount at Demon Marcus. Or we could just borrow some of the fancy shit and return it tomorrow when I go in to work."

He somehow doubted that Callie would take much issue with that.

"I like the returning thing."

It was like stealing without getting caught!

And not getting caught was great, because Sparkle worked for a demon and he was pretty fond of having a spleen.

"So, we get ourselves all prettied up, and hit up Caritas and hope there are still some guys left on the island willing to spring for our drinks?"

He'd suggest the mainland, but even Sparkle couldn't get a new fake ID with his female face on it with such a small amount of notice.

"It's a plan," Cade agreed, grinning.

"Good." Sparkle tied off the end of Cade's braid with one of the rubber bands, and then tilted his head at his handiwork thoughtfully.

Yeah, a couple of years spent prettying up the girls who ended up in the group home was really starting to pay off.

"There's gotta be a mirror around here somewhere. You want to see if that works for you?"

Cade scrambled up and looked for a mirror, then preened for a bit at his reflection.

"You do good work, Sparkle."

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