[This was the slowest that 76 had ever pulled from sleep, even if on the edges of his senses was that creeping need to be up and moving. No time to waste and linger, a habit from years of sleeping in whatever hole he could get in to. Something kept even that a bit sluggish, shifting in that pull towards wakefulness.
Warm, far warmer than just tucking in to the corner of some abandoned building. Even here he still kept that habit, not wanting to be easily found, let alone allow someone to know where he could be easily found outside of the Harvest.
Gradually an eye did crack open once he was more aware of the fingers moving through his hair, the motion of the hammock. Didn't lift his head up of course- or move too much out of position, letting things catch up in is head. The presence still underneath him-
[The last twenty-four hours had been interesting. That they were punctuated with a moment like this was extremely unexpected, especially for his partially awake brain. He couldn't remember the last time that he had lounged and given himself the spare minutes or hours to just wake up and come around to his senses in a long, drawn out process. Normally, he didn't sleep enough for it to be worth it.
He supposed that he could get up and make some food, aware it might be one of the last meals that they shared with each other for awhile. They had busy lives trying to get back to where they belonged so that they could finish their separate missions.
Instead, he continued to wait settled in the hammock as it rocked gently and his blackened fingers spiked and fluffed up 76's white hair. He knew the younger man was awake at this point, slow going as it was for them both. They could call it the moonshine, but that was long gone from their bloodstream at this point.]
It seems we slept in. [Unheard of, but here they were.]
Mm. [It was a hum, eyes squeezed shut for a moment, but the sound was in agreement of the observation all the same.
They had slept in.
Neither of them were the type to sleep in no doubt, especially these days. Even here, the rare times they'd slept in the same place one of them was always gone by the time the other was awake- if either of them slept at all. At times it was them simply sitting together in the same space, taking a breather. A sort of quiet check-in, and nothing more.
He was getting too old for this.]
Should probably eat- and drink something. [That wasn't moonshine went unspoken.
76 knew for a fact he needed to eat something. Even as he remained where he was, aware of the fingers going through his hair. When was the last time he'd bothered to cut it?]
[Apparently having sex, drinking and cuddling had settled them in far more than either of them would admit. Even now as he spiked 76's hair and stroked his fingers over the younger man's scalp, he remained in a sort of denial that this was anything more than a one-off and that neither of them wanted, expected or hoped for a repeat performance in the future.
He made a noise in his throat to acknowledge the suggestion, not particularly committing to it himself. He had ate last night, and he was aware of the fact he tended to eat when 76 was around more than anyone.]
We should shower first. I bet we smell like a couple of teenagers at camp.
[Of course doing anything meant getting up, and so far, he wasn't about to throw 76 out of the hammock.]
[The shower- there was something resembling a bathroom in the place, even if the wall was mostly missing. Wasn't important to the stability of the place so 76 had never bothered fixing that. Set up a curtain that could be pulled open and shut? Yeah, but that was about it for some sort of offer for privacy if it was wanted.
Still, there was a shower head and something like a large tub set-up that ran hot and cold water and drained well. That was what mattered ten and there; no more collecting water from the river nearby.
Getting up. 76 kept his eyes closed, feeling the hammock rocking slowly. He'd have to move for either of them to get up. A bit of a slow going, but he was finally pulling his arm out from under Reaper so he could at least- sit up? Get himself sort of upright so he could get a hand against one of the walls the hammock was secured by.]
[Reaper made certain not to be much of a help when it came to their place, at least not in a way that made it clear that he planned on using this more and more in future. He mostly kept the place looking dilapidated while also being structurally sound from the outside. Jack seemed to give them the kinds of amenities that any person would want. Shower was prime example and made it more likely they would come and stay here.
As long as he was 'trapped' under 76, he made no reasonable attempt to get up. Instead, his fingers continued to stroke through the younger man's hair. Even when Jack did sit up, he just sighed and stretched, dragging his blackened nails down the younger man's torso before lifting them above his own head to complete the stretch.]
Why? We always sleep best in this thing. Plus, the bedding needs a wash before it should be slept in.
[76 didn't bother trying to fix or smooth his hair down, left it sticking up at whatever odd angles Reaper had made; it'd all get drenched once he was in the shower and be the same. He did arch when nails were dragged, working it in to a good stretch of his own, arms moving over his head, shoulders rolling a bit as he yawned.
Of course a few joints popped, but that's just how it was sometimes.
A hand moved back, clawed fingers ruffling Reaper's beard before 76 moved on to his feet, at least making sure the hammock kept stable rather than dumping Reaper out-]
We also emptied a few jars of moonshine. [Did not stop at just one after that second go.] I'll hit the showers first, unless you get impatient.
[Then just deal with being under the water with him was implied, making his way there as he picked up a towel and already had the spray going after a moment.]
[He was relaxed and feeling lazy enough right now to admit that 76 was a handsome man, aged well with scars and toned muscles. 76 had always been an attractive man, even when a skinny bean pole being introduced to the SEP candidates like a big golden retriever. There was always something attractive about the man, something that drew people in naturally. Of course, that draw would lead some to jealousy, especially when 76 hit a position of power and was beloved by the people across the globe.
He remained lounged under the younger man's weight, humming as claws ruffled his neatly trimmed goatee, and he let 76 clamber out of the hammock with minimal assistance or restraint. He rose shortly after, easing out of the hammock with a practiced care.]
Not our smartest choice of hydration. [He stretched where he stood, pushing his long white hair over his shoulder and padding towards the kitchen area.] I'll look at what food we have left while you shower then.
[He lingered in the kitchen considering what to make before a shower became too tempting. He might have done cursory clean up, but it wasn't the same as a shower. With a turn, he followed 76 into the small shower stall which was by no means big enough for two grown men. They'd bathed in worse during the war.]
[It was mumbled a bit as he was hunting down the soap that he'd at least made sure was in supply whenever either of them turned up and needed to get cleaned up with more than just water. Sudsing it up in his hands as he at least felt the water starting to warm up-
and then he had company, huffing a bit before he was shifting just enough that some spray could get past him. Maybe aimed in to Reaper's face at first, but it was warm water that was still getting hotter. May as well take full advantage if he wasn't having to worry about leaving any hot water after his own.]
Going to help with the soap since it's getting cozy in here, Reyes?
I have no doubt. I know some of the places where you've traveled, and safe drinking isn't exactly top of the list for some of those establishments.
[The shower was roomie enough for one, but two was definitely a stretch. It forced him to cuddle right up against Jack's back, his arms half encircling the younger man's waist even if them squishing in meant he took some spray to the face. He leaned his head over Jack's shoulder so he could dip and tip his head to wet his face and some of his hair.
His fingers caressed the swell of Jack's hips, a smirk appearing on his lips.]
I'll do your back so you won't bitch too much. If you're lucky and I'm feeling generous, I'll even wash your legs. Is that satisfactory enough for sharing, Morrison?
Soapy hands were already moving over his own chest and arms, but at least was careful not to get any of that in to Reaper's face when he leaned over and tipped his face. 76 was there to shower, and damned well he was going to get himself clean even if he had annoying company.
A slight snort, rolling his shoulder to just nudge Reaper a bit even as he spoke-]
That mean you want me to help with your back, maybe your hair? Limited range of space and all of that, Reyes.
[He wasn't particularly inclined to start any funny business right now. The shower wasn't large enough to make it fun or comfortable anyway, and besides, between the water and Jack's natural body heat, he remained warm and cozy just being close like this. He was shifting only slightly to aim the spray at his shoulders, chest and face and wet his skin.
He lifted his chin at the nudging, but that meant he only stole the soap so he could start to wash his arms, chest and face to start.]
Sounds like you just want to get you hands on me. I'll agree if you let me trim that tangled mess you call a beard after this.
[Once he had given the parts he could reach a quick wash on himself, he lathered his hands and handed back the soap so he could wash Jack's back.]
[Soap stolen, 76 rolling his eyes but using what good amount of suds and soap were left on his hands to give his face and facial hair a quick scrubbing that he could rinse out to some satisfaction. He was the one more directly in the line of water spray after all, meant he could rinse off the easiest for what he'd washed up before Reaper took the soap.
Making sure he was getting all of the soap out of that beard once it was rinsed off the rest of his face, a hand moving along his own neck-]
Says the man who crammed himself into a shower with me, but fine—
[Says the man who couldn't wait to get hands on his back.]
I'm certain anyone coming across you on a day-to-day would agree with me too.
[They were busy making the small shower stall work, cleaning themselves up as best they could with the limited space. It was cozy and better than showering individually where they had to be conscious of leaving some warm water for the other.
Once he had finished up with 76's back, he returned to again clean himself up where he could reach. That done, he draped his arms over Jack's shoulders and pressed their mutually soapy skin together as he made a point of craning his head so he could rest his chin on the top of Jack's head.]
I could make an argument that I'm conserving water this way. You like to complain way more in your old age.
No one cares about what my beard looks like other than you, Reyes.
[He kept it clean and trimmed it when he had the time, and that was the extent of his personal care when it came to his facial hair. Always kept it clean at least, could give him that much credit but no.
Hands moved up as if he were going to wash up some of his hair, and maybe get Reaper's own beard while e was at it. Some little tug of facial hair before he was going after that bar of soap to continue with the shower.]
I complain more because I'm damn well able to, rather than having to shut up and not cause trouble. [Do what he wanted.] But, I'd rather not have to worry about conserving warm water for you out of this.
A poorly maintained beard makes you look like a vagrant, which you are trying not to be anymore. Besides, it has to pull in your mask when it's twisting around.
[For whatever reason and no matter the circumstances, he had always kept his facial hair in good trimmed condition. That Jack could grow a beard - and what a beard - and put so little effort into it irked him to his core, so he'd take matters into his own hands. Maybe he'd even cut all of hair off too, since it was at an annoyingly long stage again and took forever to dry thanks to him not actually producing body heat.
He jutted out his chin when Jack washed his own beard up, sealing his lips to prevent soap from getting in his mouth. He tipped his face a bit more to the spray of water to wash the soap off before he spoke again.]
You complain because you are an old bitter gay man off his leash. Though, you should complain less after last night. Nothing like getting laid to make peace with life as you know it for at least a few days.
I still live out in the woods half the time, and I don't keep a beard kit on me. I will say that's around the time when I do trim it.
[Once it got in the way of his mask's faceguard. Of course that was only when he trimmed it close to the way someone else had liked the way it was trimmed and decided to do it themselves as well. Not that 76 was going to ever mention, let alone bring up why he knew how to trim it in such a way Reaper had liked it.
Gave it a good scrub and hell, he even helped make sure all of the soap was rinsed out of Reaper's beard. May as well, right?]
Complaints unleashed, full and half force. Don't hear me complaining about the lingering aches, do you?
[There was a reason he'd cranked up the water's temperature once Reaper had stepped in with him. No reason to reserve the hot water, going all in.]
Living on the fringe is no excuse for a wild beard. [He would die on that hill. Hell, he had died on more than a few hills, most of them physical.] Beard kits don't take much space, so you should have one.
[He figured that it wasn't going to matter if he was going to force 76 to endure a good trim and shaping of that beard. Once the younger man realized it was much better, he could then work at convincing Jack to actually take maintenance in hand. It barely took much time out of any particular day.
Besides, they had proven - on the rare occasion these days - that they could still work together. Showering apparently fell into the category.]
You're old. If you complained about every ache, you'd never get anything done in a day.
[He took the soap back so that he could start washing his hair with it. Blasphemous it may be, but he didn't care. It made his hair clean, and it wasn't like he kept it around to show it off. It was always hidden... unless he was with Jack oddly enough.]
[He may or may not have been using his knife or just whatever pair of scissors he was able to get his hands on, depending on where he was when he needed to deal with the beard getting caught up in his mask.
As needs must, apparently. At least it was something routine and a little mindless at the moment.]
The mattress helped.
[It wasn't as if Jack had any sort of shampoo, and he'd honestly be using the bar of soap on his own hair once it came back around. Got things clean, was about all that mattered when it came to soap. Smelled nice, at least.]
I bet you get by with a knife. That's seems to be your style at this point in your life.
[Out in the woods, one couldn't be too picky about how to keep hair short. Perhaps if he was feeling generous, he would put a kit together so that Jack didn't have nearly as many excused regarding the mess of beard. For now, he'd take care of it.
He pulled his hair over one shoulder to work the soap down the full length of the white hair. He snorted at the mention of mattress; that had been a worthwhile endeavour to get one of those up there. It wasn't as if either of them had planned to sleep with each other again, but it was a good thing they had the mattress anyway.]
Kept your old bones from creaking too much, yeah. We're going to have to wash the sheets....
[Worked with his hair, too. Didn't really care too much about looking neat and trim for the most part since he- well. What reason did he have really, outside of the personal hygiene he did care to keep up with; reason he kept soap and wanted to get the water running in the abandoned and ruined treehouse.
Mattress came in handy for the times 76 made it out here and didn't have the energy to climb in to the hammock. Keep flat and just rest while healing up before leaving again. Was quiet and peaceful out here, no worry of anyone stumbling across it due to the distance and just how awful it looked on the outside.]
It works in a pinch, but you don't get good shape, and you shouldn't be using a sharp knife at your lip. It's a good way to get another scar on your face.
[Once his hair was well and truly sudsy, he moved back to lean on Jack's back and tossed his wet soapy hair over the younger man's shoulder into the spray. He then crossed his arms and set them against the back of Jack's shoulders. Much of the spray was hitting the longest portions of his hair, but it would take some rubbing and moving to get it all out.
He hummed directly into Jack's ear. If he bothered to show up and could be convinced to rest, he was always in the hammock. Getting in and out of it was never a problem for him, but he had caught Jack using the bed for sleeping.]
After we get cleaned up and you have something to eat.
Been shaving with a knife long enough to be able to avoid that with trimming.
[He did not travel with a beard kit after all, as used to being told he needed to shave for his image had lasted as a habit in his head. Letting go of that was nice.
Eyes rolled, but 76 moved his arms enough that he could get fingers in to Reaper's hair over his shoulder to help rinse out the soap, even moving up in to his scalp with water-filled hand-scoops of water. Doing this repeatedly to make sure he was getting all of the soap out. Said he'd help with it and apparently was holding to that.]
Alright. I'd suggest hanging them out to dry, but that could draw too much attention so- hang them in the house somewhere.
[Perhaps he would muster himself eventually to helping Jack out with that. It was something to consider, not that he was a particularly giving person these days. He didn't want that kind of connection; Deerington had showed him how dangerous that could be and Jack was a chic in his armour already.
He pushed his head over Jack's shoulder to get some of the spray on the top of his head, even if his arms curled tighter around the younger man's waist. He kept his eye closed as Jack helped with handfuls of water to the top of his head, feeling the soap suds washing away.]
If we hang them at the top of the tree canopy, it will dry quickly and we can make it seem like they blew in from somewhere else. Safe enough.
If it happens, it happens. Not like I have to look my best these days.
[Another scar was another scar, and there was no reason his face had to look perfect. Already had two large scars going across his face after all. What more would any others be?
Hands didn't stop, wouldn't stop, until he was sure all of the soap was rinsed out of Reaper's hair. Even if that meant fingertip and claws worked all the way down to the older man's scalp each and every time.]
So long as we make sure they're secured, that'll work just fine, yeah.
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Date: 2022-06-17 08:53 pm (UTC)From:Warm, far warmer than just tucking in to the corner of some abandoned building. Even here he still kept that habit, not wanting to be easily found, let alone allow someone to know where he could be easily found outside of the Harvest.
Gradually an eye did crack open once he was more aware of the fingers moving through his hair, the motion of the hammock. Didn't lift his head up of course- or move too much out of position, letting things catch up in is head. The presence still underneath him-
Ah, right.]
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Date: 2022-06-20 01:43 pm (UTC)From:He supposed that he could get up and make some food, aware it might be one of the last meals that they shared with each other for awhile. They had busy lives trying to get back to where they belonged so that they could finish their separate missions.
Instead, he continued to wait settled in the hammock as it rocked gently and his blackened fingers spiked and fluffed up 76's white hair. He knew the younger man was awake at this point, slow going as it was for them both. They could call it the moonshine, but that was long gone from their bloodstream at this point.]
It seems we slept in. [Unheard of, but here they were.]
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Date: 2022-06-21 01:09 am (UTC)From:They had slept in.
Neither of them were the type to sleep in no doubt, especially these days. Even here, the rare times they'd slept in the same place one of them was always gone by the time the other was awake- if either of them slept at all. At times it was them simply sitting together in the same space, taking a breather. A sort of quiet check-in, and nothing more.
He was getting too old for this.]
Should probably eat- and drink something. [That wasn't moonshine went unspoken.
76 knew for a fact he needed to eat something. Even as he remained where he was, aware of the fingers going through his hair. When was the last time he'd bothered to cut it?]
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Date: 2022-06-23 01:27 pm (UTC)From:He made a noise in his throat to acknowledge the suggestion, not particularly committing to it himself. He had ate last night, and he was aware of the fact he tended to eat when 76 was around more than anyone.]
We should shower first. I bet we smell like a couple of teenagers at camp.
[Of course doing anything meant getting up, and so far, he wasn't about to throw 76 out of the hammock.]
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Date: 2022-06-23 01:40 pm (UTC)From:[The shower- there was something resembling a bathroom in the place, even if the wall was mostly missing. Wasn't important to the stability of the place so 76 had never bothered fixing that. Set up a curtain that could be pulled open and shut? Yeah, but that was about it for some sort of offer for privacy if it was wanted.
Still, there was a shower head and something like a large tub set-up that ran hot and cold water and drained well. That was what mattered ten and there; no more collecting water from the river nearby.
Getting up. 76 kept his eyes closed, feeling the hammock rocking slowly. He'd have to move for either of them to get up. A bit of a slow going, but he was finally pulling his arm out from under Reaper so he could at least- sit up? Get himself sort of upright so he could get a hand against one of the walls the hammock was secured by.]
Surprised we ended up in this thing.
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Date: 2022-06-25 02:43 pm (UTC)From:[Reaper made certain not to be much of a help when it came to their place, at least not in a way that made it clear that he planned on using this more and more in future. He mostly kept the place looking dilapidated while also being structurally sound from the outside. Jack seemed to give them the kinds of amenities that any person would want. Shower was prime example and made it more likely they would come and stay here.
As long as he was 'trapped' under 76, he made no reasonable attempt to get up. Instead, his fingers continued to stroke through the younger man's hair. Even when Jack did sit up, he just sighed and stretched, dragging his blackened nails down the younger man's torso before lifting them above his own head to complete the stretch.]
Why? We always sleep best in this thing. Plus, the bedding needs a wash before it should be slept in.
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Date: 2022-06-25 02:54 pm (UTC)From:Of course a few joints popped, but that's just how it was sometimes.
A hand moved back, clawed fingers ruffling Reaper's beard before 76 moved on to his feet, at least making sure the hammock kept stable rather than dumping Reaper out-]
We also emptied a few jars of moonshine. [Did not stop at just one after that second go.] I'll hit the showers first, unless you get impatient.
[Then just deal with being under the water with him was implied, making his way there as he picked up a towel and already had the spray going after a moment.]
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Date: 2022-06-28 02:04 pm (UTC)From:He remained lounged under the younger man's weight, humming as claws ruffled his neatly trimmed goatee, and he let 76 clamber out of the hammock with minimal assistance or restraint. He rose shortly after, easing out of the hammock with a practiced care.]
Not our smartest choice of hydration. [He stretched where he stood, pushing his long white hair over his shoulder and padding towards the kitchen area.] I'll look at what food we have left while you shower then.
[He lingered in the kitchen considering what to make before a shower became too tempting. He might have done cursory clean up, but it wasn't the same as a shower. With a turn, he followed 76 into the small shower stall which was by no means big enough for two grown men. They'd bathed in worse during the war.]
Cuddle up. I want a little of that spray.
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Date: 2022-06-28 02:20 pm (UTC)From:[It was mumbled a bit as he was hunting down the soap that he'd at least made sure was in supply whenever either of them turned up and needed to get cleaned up with more than just water. Sudsing it up in his hands as he at least felt the water starting to warm up-
and then he had company, huffing a bit before he was shifting just enough that some spray could get past him. Maybe aimed in to Reaper's face at first, but it was warm water that was still getting hotter. May as well take full advantage if he wasn't having to worry about leaving any hot water after his own.]
Going to help with the soap since it's getting cozy in here, Reyes?
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Date: 2022-06-29 01:52 pm (UTC)From:[The shower was roomie enough for one, but two was definitely a stretch. It forced him to cuddle right up against Jack's back, his arms half encircling the younger man's waist even if them squishing in meant he took some spray to the face. He leaned his head over Jack's shoulder so he could dip and tip his head to wet his face and some of his hair.
His fingers caressed the swell of Jack's hips, a smirk appearing on his lips.]
I'll do your back so you won't bitch too much. If you're lucky and I'm feeling generous, I'll even wash your legs. Is that satisfactory enough for sharing, Morrison?
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Date: 2022-06-29 02:08 pm (UTC)From:Soapy hands were already moving over his own chest and arms, but at least was careful not to get any of that in to Reaper's face when he leaned over and tipped his face. 76 was there to shower, and damned well he was going to get himself clean even if he had annoying company.
A slight snort, rolling his shoulder to just nudge Reaper a bit even as he spoke-]
That mean you want me to help with your back, maybe your hair? Limited range of space and all of that, Reyes.
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Date: 2022-06-30 02:02 pm (UTC)From:[He wasn't particularly inclined to start any funny business right now. The shower wasn't large enough to make it fun or comfortable anyway, and besides, between the water and Jack's natural body heat, he remained warm and cozy just being close like this. He was shifting only slightly to aim the spray at his shoulders, chest and face and wet his skin.
He lifted his chin at the nudging, but that meant he only stole the soap so he could start to wash his arms, chest and face to start.]
Sounds like you just want to get you hands on me. I'll agree if you let me trim that tangled mess you call a beard after this.
[Once he had given the parts he could reach a quick wash on himself, he lathered his hands and handed back the soap so he could wash Jack's back.]
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Date: 2022-07-01 09:38 am (UTC)From:[Soap stolen, 76 rolling his eyes but using what good amount of suds and soap were left on his hands to give his face and facial hair a quick scrubbing that he could rinse out to some satisfaction. He was the one more directly in the line of water spray after all, meant he could rinse off the easiest for what he'd washed up before Reaper took the soap.
Making sure he was getting all of the soap out of that beard once it was rinsed off the rest of his face, a hand moving along his own neck-]
Says the man who crammed himself into a shower with me, but fine—
[Says the man who couldn't wait to get hands on his back.]
—I'll agree to that.
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Date: 2022-07-02 06:02 pm (UTC)From:[They were busy making the small shower stall work, cleaning themselves up as best they could with the limited space. It was cozy and better than showering individually where they had to be conscious of leaving some warm water for the other.
Once he had finished up with 76's back, he returned to again clean himself up where he could reach. That done, he draped his arms over Jack's shoulders and pressed their mutually soapy skin together as he made a point of craning his head so he could rest his chin on the top of Jack's head.]
I could make an argument that I'm conserving water this way. You like to complain way more in your old age.
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Date: 2022-07-02 06:39 pm (UTC)From:[He kept it clean and trimmed it when he had the time, and that was the extent of his personal care when it came to his facial hair. Always kept it clean at least, could give him that much credit but no.
Hands moved up as if he were going to wash up some of his hair, and maybe get Reaper's own beard while e was at it. Some little tug of facial hair before he was going after that bar of soap to continue with the shower.]
I complain more because I'm damn well able to, rather than having to shut up and not cause trouble. [Do what he wanted.] But, I'd rather not have to worry about conserving warm water for you out of this.
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Date: 2022-07-03 02:45 am (UTC)From:[For whatever reason and no matter the circumstances, he had always kept his facial hair in good trimmed condition. That Jack could grow a beard - and what a beard - and put so little effort into it irked him to his core, so he'd take matters into his own hands. Maybe he'd even cut all of hair off too, since it was at an annoyingly long stage again and took forever to dry thanks to him not actually producing body heat.
He jutted out his chin when Jack washed his own beard up, sealing his lips to prevent soap from getting in his mouth. He tipped his face a bit more to the spray of water to wash the soap off before he spoke again.]
You complain because you are an old bitter gay man off his leash. Though, you should complain less after last night. Nothing like getting laid to make peace with life as you know it for at least a few days.
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Date: 2022-07-03 06:16 pm (UTC)From:[Once it got in the way of his mask's faceguard. Of course that was only when he trimmed it close to the way someone else had liked the way it was trimmed and decided to do it themselves as well. Not that 76 was going to ever mention, let alone bring up why he knew how to trim it in such a way Reaper had liked it.
Gave it a good scrub and hell, he even helped make sure all of the soap was rinsed out of Reaper's beard. May as well, right?]
Complaints unleashed, full and half force. Don't hear me complaining about the lingering aches, do you?
[There was a reason he'd cranked up the water's temperature once Reaper had stepped in with him. No reason to reserve the hot water, going all in.]
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Date: 2022-07-03 06:50 pm (UTC)From:[He figured that it wasn't going to matter if he was going to force 76 to endure a good trim and shaping of that beard. Once the younger man realized it was much better, he could then work at convincing Jack to actually take maintenance in hand. It barely took much time out of any particular day.
Besides, they had proven - on the rare occasion these days - that they could still work together. Showering apparently fell into the category.]
You're old. If you complained about every ache, you'd never get anything done in a day.
[He took the soap back so that he could start washing his hair with it. Blasphemous it may be, but he didn't care. It made his hair clean, and it wasn't like he kept it around to show it off. It was always hidden... unless he was with Jack oddly enough.]
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Date: 2022-07-03 07:04 pm (UTC)From:[He may or may not have been using his knife or just whatever pair of scissors he was able to get his hands on, depending on where he was when he needed to deal with the beard getting caught up in his mask.
As needs must, apparently. At least it was something routine and a little mindless at the moment.]
The mattress helped.
[It wasn't as if Jack had any sort of shampoo, and he'd honestly be using the bar of soap on his own hair once it came back around. Got things clean, was about all that mattered when it came to soap. Smelled nice, at least.]
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Date: 2022-07-03 11:53 pm (UTC)From:[Out in the woods, one couldn't be too picky about how to keep hair short. Perhaps if he was feeling generous, he would put a kit together so that Jack didn't have nearly as many excused regarding the mess of beard. For now, he'd take care of it.
He pulled his hair over one shoulder to work the soap down the full length of the white hair. He snorted at the mention of mattress; that had been a worthwhile endeavour to get one of those up there. It wasn't as if either of them had planned to sleep with each other again, but it was a good thing they had the mattress anyway.]
Kept your old bones from creaking too much, yeah. We're going to have to wash the sheets....
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Date: 2022-07-04 12:11 am (UTC)From:[Worked with his hair, too. Didn't really care too much about looking neat and trim for the most part since he- well. What reason did he have really, outside of the personal hygiene he did care to keep up with; reason he kept soap and wanted to get the water running in the abandoned and ruined treehouse.
Mattress came in handy for the times 76 made it out here and didn't have the energy to climb in to the hammock. Keep flat and just rest while healing up before leaving again. Was quiet and peaceful out here, no worry of anyone stumbling across it due to the distance and just how awful it looked on the outside.]
Can do that in the river at least.
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Date: 2022-07-04 01:16 am (UTC)From:[Once his hair was well and truly sudsy, he moved back to lean on Jack's back and tossed his wet soapy hair over the younger man's shoulder into the spray. He then crossed his arms and set them against the back of Jack's shoulders. Much of the spray was hitting the longest portions of his hair, but it would take some rubbing and moving to get it all out.
He hummed directly into Jack's ear. If he bothered to show up and could be convinced to rest, he was always in the hammock. Getting in and out of it was never a problem for him, but he had caught Jack using the bed for sleeping.]
After we get cleaned up and you have something to eat.
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Date: 2022-07-04 01:25 am (UTC)From:[He did not travel with a beard kit after all, as used to being told he needed to shave for his image had lasted as a habit in his head. Letting go of that was nice.
Eyes rolled, but 76 moved his arms enough that he could get fingers in to Reaper's hair over his shoulder to help rinse out the soap, even moving up in to his scalp with water-filled hand-scoops of water. Doing this repeatedly to make sure he was getting all of the soap out. Said he'd help with it and apparently was holding to that.]
Alright. I'd suggest hanging them out to dry, but that could draw too much attention so- hang them in the house somewhere.
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Date: 2022-07-04 02:56 pm (UTC)From:[Perhaps he would muster himself eventually to helping Jack out with that. It was something to consider, not that he was a particularly giving person these days. He didn't want that kind of connection; Deerington had showed him how dangerous that could be and Jack was a chic in his armour already.
He pushed his head over Jack's shoulder to get some of the spray on the top of his head, even if his arms curled tighter around the younger man's waist. He kept his eye closed as Jack helped with handfuls of water to the top of his head, feeling the soap suds washing away.]
If we hang them at the top of the tree canopy, it will dry quickly and we can make it seem like they blew in from somewhere else. Safe enough.
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Date: 2022-07-04 08:03 pm (UTC)From:[Another scar was another scar, and there was no reason his face had to look perfect. Already had two large scars going across his face after all. What more would any others be?
Hands didn't stop, wouldn't stop, until he was sure all of the soap was rinsed out of Reaper's hair. Even if that meant fingertip and claws worked all the way down to the older man's scalp each and every time.]
So long as we make sure they're secured, that'll work just fine, yeah.
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