This is the reason why no one on the Red Fish should have hobbies outside of punching people...

[blindoptimism]

Who: The motley crew of the SS Redfish
Broadcast: None
Action: Boarding area of the Red Fish
When: Backdated to Part 1 of the June Bug plot

[On tonight's episode, Coil and Zhas return to the Red Fish with a squirmy live bug in tow. Coil intends to perform untold experiments on the living specimen. But it seems like trouble is brewing on the once peaceful ship... Will the other crew members be okay with these morally questionable experiments taking place on board? Tune in tonight to find out!]

Comments

[child_of_bhaal]

[She certainly takes better care of it now. Once she'd been given that special hair soap, she's been extremely attentive to her hair care. It's softer now than when she would scrub it with lye soap. Felt cleaner, and certainly smelled nicer. And it didn't fluff up nearly so much anymore, actually looking less like an angry cloud and more like actual curls. She's not sure how she'll cope when she goes home and won't have the luxury anymore.

And this is very soothing. It's not long at all before her posture goes from upright, perfectly straight, to shoulders easing down and her head falling a little forward.]

[theboogieman]

[he stays very quiet, but it is at least a peaceful sort of silence. he's good at not tugging, being careful around the couple of knots he can find. he keeps his touching polite and minimal. he wonders if she'll be tired enough to sleep, after this.

it's a very nice thought to have. he doesn't know why, nor would he ever bother wondering... but he's conditioned to take care of people. this fulfills a something in him that isn't quite met with his usual mothering.

he takes a couple of long passes at the end, satisfied with how the comb slides from scalp to ends without a single snag... and steps away.]

Done.

[child_of_bhaal]

[It feels like heaven. Her eyes close to just sink into it. It's such a gentle kind of pleasure, the slide of the comb over her scalp, the so subtle pull along hey hair, that she doesn't even notice when she makes the smallest hum of contentment. And when he speaks, she almost feels like she has to wake herself up to register the faint sense of loss.

She may have to ask for him to do this again sometime. It's quite possible she's hooked.

She turns in the chair and looks up at him with a languid smile.]

Thank you. No one's ever done that for me before.

[theboogieman]

[never? ...he supposes that not all girls are as demanding as his master. he shrugs a little for being thanked.]

Used to. Sometimes.

[...comb someone's hair, he means. not that he gave great context.]

[child_of_bhaal]

Well, if you ever feel like it again, I wouldn't mind. This was very nice.

[All of it. Things were set straight, they'd had an extremely late supper, and her hair probably had never looked so good in her life.]