[While Manabu sorts himself out, Grey sits, tapping fingers against his knee. He gives Manabu an aside glance when the man finally appears.]
I can handle cold water.
[So he says. But Grey tenses at the first touch of brush and fingers against his hair and scalp, before forcing himself to relax. It's not exactly pleasant or unpleasant, it's just... A lot. He's not in the habit of having other people mess with his hair.
Grey had already dismissed the possibility of doing this at a professional salon under the logic of it being better not to leave witnesses, but now he also realizes that letting a stranger touch him like this would have been intolerable.
He's really glad he asked Manabu to do this instead, even if Manabu doesn't necessarily know what he's doing.
He does his best to stay still and quiet as the cool, wet feeling of the dye mixture soaks into more and more of his hair.]
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I can handle cold water.
[So he says. But Grey tenses at the first touch of brush and fingers against his hair and scalp, before forcing himself to relax. It's not exactly pleasant or unpleasant, it's just... A lot. He's not in the habit of having other people mess with his hair.
Grey had already dismissed the possibility of doing this at a professional salon under the logic of it being better not to leave witnesses, but now he also realizes that letting a stranger touch him like this would have been intolerable.
He's really glad he asked Manabu to do this instead, even if Manabu doesn't necessarily know what he's doing.
He does his best to stay still and quiet as the cool, wet feeling of the dye mixture soaks into more and more of his hair.]