[ She's wandering over before he's made up his mind anyways, because she wants to rest a hand on his shoulder for a moment and splash water on her face and stuff so that she's definitely thoroughly awake. But he answers while she's only a little bit of the way there and she meets his gaze through the mirror and smiles. ]
I've done it a few times. For others, not myself, obviously. [ Not this way specifically, but given that she's done it with a pocket knife a few times she feels she can probably get the job right. She crosses behind him, lets her hand drag across the span of his shoulders as she goes to the sink and throws water in her face. ] It's not uninteresting.
[ He watches her, still just swirling the brush around for lack of anything better to do at the moment. He likes the casual brush of her hand across him, appreciates the brief views as she splashes water in her face and leaves the brush in the dish for a moment to hand her a towel to wipe the excess off with. Although the question does beg asking. ] Have you ever done it like this before? [ Given that he'd said... shaving, generally, and most people don't even consider anything behind the modern disposable. And it's... his neck. His neck that has some very thin skin on it. He's not worried though. He's just asking out of curiosity, yeah. ]
[ She takes the towel with a smile, wipes her face dry and leaves it back up on its rack before perching on the counter near him, looking over the set up as he has it in consideration. ] I've done it with a pocket knife, I don't know if that counts. If it doesn't you can show me now and I'll try some other time. [ Because yes, lots of neck, lots of thin skin. That whole thing. ]
[ He watches this too. He just likes watching her. It's an oddly passive hobby he's picked up, but he likes the way she moves, likes to appreciate it when she's nearby and he has the opportunity to focus on her and nothing else.
And he considers the situation, his options. Weighs things generally. There's not a whole lot of deliberation to be done here before he holds the brush and dish out to her, moving to nudge her knees apart enough so he can stand between them in the process. ] Good enough.
i wonder how suggestive i would have to be to get you fill up the entire title thing with tildes
[ She's noticed that, particularly of late, and it's something that she finds she doesn't actually mind at all. There's something warming about him watching her, and if she sometimes gets a little self conscious, well, she gets over it pretty fast.
But okay, awesome, and she takes them both and places the dish on the counter beside her, slides her knees apart and smiles up at him as she holds the brush in one hand, rests the other on his face to make sure it's steady as she starts to apply the foam, trying to make sure that it's thick enough but not too thick. ]
[ Well good. He'd be sad if she didn't like it, or even if she didn't take it as the compliment he means it to be.
He stays pretty still for this actually. It's not worry - there's no reason to be worried yet, and even when there is reason, there really won't be. It's more out of habit, out of a sense of calmness he typically has when he's with her. Calmness and extra energy, which tends to go back and forth as needed - it's really more the 'as needed' part that's new. The control over which happens when. ]
Is it okay if I ask who taught you? [ Letting his hands rest on her thighs, since they're right there and he doesn't have anywhere else to put them. ]
[ Oh, she totally takes it as a compliment. That part especially makes her quite happy.
A quiet hum at first as the only answer, and in part an answer to his hands on her thighs too. She doesn't mind that, certainly. She's mulling the question over, because she's not a huge fan of her past but it can be edited, can sometimes be fine to talk about. ] His name was Benjamin. We worked as a team off and on, so sometimes we'd be on a mission and have to look presentable and have no razor. [ Something kind of amused in the way she glances up at that, smiles at Tony like reassurance that it was okay to ask. She doesn't really mind answering questions for him much anymore. The harder ones a little, but even then if he wanted to know she'd probably tell him. He's different. ] He was terrible at shaving, so I took care of it.
[ Also good. He would similarly be sad if she didn't like him touching her thighs. She has beautiful thighs, very touchable. In fact, almost requiring it, really, from any hands that happen to get near them. It would be a tragedy to be near those thighs and not have your hands on them, even if it's just casual touch like what he's doing now, moving his hands just a little bit over them, a light squeeze of them near the knees. ] Charitable of you. [ To help. But he doesn't say a whole lot more; he doesn't want lather in his mouth and he's enjoying the feeling of the brush across his skin. Sometimes shaving doesn't really - it's a fairly good indicator of his senses being cagey if he goes without shaving in the morning, which isn't a tell he's always that fond of but it's not like there's much he can do about it. Right now though, it feels nice. ]
[ That particular opinion of his is one she's particularly fond of. She happens to agree that he should definitely be touching her thighs when he's close to them, even just this way, nice and warmly casual and comfortable. ] He was important. [ Friends was never the right word with Benjamin, and he'd never been important the same way John had been, but they'd looked out for each other as much as they could. It was more than most people offered, in a situation like that. She finishes the lather, uses her fingers to smooth it a little on one of his cheeks and glances around for the razor. ] Okay. Ready?
[ He mulls over those words, considers them. He knows there are people in her past she considers to have been important. That would be ridiculous to assume otherwise; he has those within his own that he deems similarly. Tony just doesn't usually get names out of her. Benjamin. It's filed away with a small note and put in a file for later, in case Benjamin ever comes up again. It's a lost hope, probably, but even still.
He takes a deep breath but tries to hide it, just as he hides the swallow - that's not nerves, he does that when he's shaving too - settles more firmly between her legs, holds onto them a little tighter, holds the razor out to her, and then waits for her to position his face as she's going to. ] Totally ready.
[ It was a lot harder to even consider talking about her past when everything was still raw and fresh, back at the beginning, but it's easier now. That her present is going really terribly well dulls the emotions associated with past memories much more than she thought it would. They're still not pleasant, but it's easier now.
She smiles at him as she takes the razor, runs one thumb lightly along the edge to determine how sharp it is and then tilts his chin a little downwards, considers for a long moment so that she'll get the curves of his beard right. ] Okay then, good. [ And she starts, tilting her head a little and biting her lip in concentration as she tries to be very careful about the pressure and shape of her stroke. ]
[ He's unaware of all that, but he'd be sort of pleased that she feels safe enough to share things with him now, casually as she just did.
He lets her position his head as she wants to, stays where he is when she lets go of him to get started on her work, and he's calm and quiet and still as she starts to run the razor over the skin of his cheek. It's between strokes, when the razor must be wiped on a towel - which he's conveniently tossed over his bare shoulder sometime during the lathering - that he pipes back up again. ] Very steady hands.
[ Sometime maybe she'll let him know out loud, instead of just by answering when things come up, casually dropping things in conversation that she would never have let slide before.
There's a quirk to her smile at that and she glances up at him, lets the razor rest for a moment as she glances up at him before lifting it again. ] I've always had excellent aim. [ That takes steady hands. And he's staying much stiller and calmer than targets tend to, which makes this a lot easier. ] Thank you.
[ He will probably not know what to do with that day.
He's quiet again until she's pausing to wipe the edge of the razor. ] Did you really want to do this or was it just an opportunity that looked like fun? [ Not accusingly, he's honestly just curious. He had a - well, there was a girl once, the next day, she'd wanted to hang out in the bathroom while they both got ready. She'd watched him shave and they'd had a shower and it was a little different than this, clearly, but. ]
I wanted to. [ That part of the answer is immediate, without pause or hesitation. It's the why part that takes a little bit of thinking to phrase right, because it sounds kind of corny and silly any way she can think to put it, and she takes advantage of concentrating on the next stroke to try to come up with a way that doesn't. ] I like helping you. [ And being close to him, and taking care of him, and it just feels right, and nice, and she likes sitting here with him. ]
[ Well, that answers that. He did want to ask the 'why' though, yes, and he's pleased that after a little while she goes ahead and... sort of gives it to him. Helping him is sort of vague, but he supposes the initial answer was similarly so. He'll accept both or either, and respond simply in turn. ] That's kind of a new thing. For me.
[ If he wants clarification he's going to have to ask for it, and even then she might not be that good at giving it to him because it just kind of is. She likes him, so she likes being able to do things for him. It's a whole thing. ] I wish it wasn't. [ A little soft, because personally she thinks anyone who doesn't think he's great is really dumb. ]
[ It's not as much a problem of not seeing him as great as it is rather the precise opposite: seeing him as great, and therefore not requiring assistance. He just shrugs a little, tries to tilt his head to keep the skin taut, help her out a bit. ] It's fine.
[ She thinks they should have taken the trouble of getting to know him a little better. Or maybe not, she's okay with them leaving him to her too, she just wishes that he'd had people a little closer when he was younger. It seems like a thing that would have been good. ] Sure. [ Light and easy despite her surprisingly strong feelings on the matter, and she keeps moving, onto the precision strokes that ensure his beard is just right. ] You're good at things.
[ He appreciates her allowing him to skirt the issue. It's the morning - theoretically, anyway. It is for them. - and he's got a meeting to be at in slightly less than an hour now and he really doesn't want to get into anything too heavy at the moment. At least, nothing too heavy like that. And honestly, he isn't ever really in a mood to chat about things like that in the first place. ] I'm very good at things. I'm glad you noticed. [ Sort of mumbled, to not mess up her strokes here. ]
[ It's totally the morning, this counts as morning. If it doesn't count as morning she's been wrong about what morning is all her life, and she can't have that. She grins, doesn't answer for a moment because she wants her hand to definitely be absolutely steady for this. ] Kind of hard to miss, you know. [ Leaning in closer and biting her lip again in concentration as she carefully finishes up his face. ] What with all the many things you're good at. Head up? [ She nudges his chin up a little with one thumb, but it's a casual and easy to disregard gesture, letting him do the baring of his throat for himself. ]
[ That's a very smart attitude to have, re: mornings. I like that. He allows a short smile when she moves the blade away to nudge his chin up, tilts his head back without much hesitation, only a little bit of tightness in his throat. There's a surprisingly large amount of trust with her though, for someone who typically doesn't go in for that sort of thing. The hesitation was hardly even discernible. ] It's talent born of an absolute lack of faith in others and pure impatience, not anything like natural skill.
[ It's better to just appropriate definitions of things when necessary and change them to suit your own needs, right? She wouldn't really have been surprised if he'd hesitated more, trust or not, because throats and razors tend to be slightly sensitive when put together. But the lack of hesitation makes her smile, and she does the first stroke carefully but surely, doesn't talk again until she's wiping the blade off. ] Really? Because I think a lot of people would disagree with that assessment.
[ This is my argument with 'helping' and 'fun' and ---
He raises his eyebrows as the beginning of a playfully skeptical expression, but the short amount he lowered his face to start leveling it at her is quickly rectified as he remembers the blade, feels it first touch, the start to draw across his skin again, and he similarly doesn't move until she's wiping the blade off from that stroke. ] Oh? On what grounds?
[ i'm just saying sharing an argument with max isn't necessary a good thing.
She pauses at the tilt of his head, waits until it's back up to continue the stroke. There is absolutely no way she's risking hurting him here, seriously, she kind of likes him a lot and it would be a waste of a good nice moment here. ] On the grounds of you having ridiculous amounts of natural talent. [ Blade back on his skin as she gets the sides of his throat, and then she sets it down and picks up the towel to pat off any remaining lather. ] And being spectacular.
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is the entire row of tildes necessary
I've done it a few times. For others, not myself, obviously. [ Not this way specifically, but given that she's done it with a pocket knife a few times she feels she can probably get the job right. She crosses behind him, lets her hand drag across the span of his shoulders as she goes to the sink and throws water in her face. ] It's not uninteresting.
yes. yes it was.
so the more innuendo the more tildes, right?
i believe that's what i said, yes
And he considers the situation, his options. Weighs things generally. There's not a whole lot of deliberation to be done here before he holds the brush and dish out to her, moving to nudge her knees apart enough so he can stand between them in the process. ] Good enough.
i wonder how suggestive i would have to be to get you fill up the entire title thing with tildes
But okay, awesome, and she takes them both and places the dish on the counter beside her, slides her knees apart and smiles up at him as she holds the brush in one hand, rests the other on his face to make sure it's steady as she starts to apply the foam, trying to make sure that it's thick enough but not too thick. ]
i... don't think anyone's ever tested it idk
He stays pretty still for this actually. It's not worry - there's no reason to be worried yet, and even when there is reason, there really won't be. It's more out of habit, out of a sense of calmness he typically has when he's with her. Calmness and extra energy, which tends to go back and forth as needed - it's really more the 'as needed' part that's new. The control over which happens when. ]
Is it okay if I ask who taught you? [ Letting his hands rest on her thighs, since they're right there and he doesn't have anywhere else to put them. ]
my new goal
A quiet hum at first as the only answer, and in part an answer to his hands on her thighs too. She doesn't mind that, certainly. She's mulling the question over, because she's not a huge fan of her past but it can be edited, can sometimes be fine to talk about. ] His name was Benjamin. We worked as a team off and on, so sometimes we'd be on a mission and have to look presentable and have no razor. [ Something kind of amused in the way she glances up at that, smiles at Tony like reassurance that it was okay to ask. She doesn't really mind answering questions for him much anymore. The harder ones a little, but even then if he wanted to know she'd probably tell him. He's different. ] He was terrible at shaving, so I took care of it.
oh boy
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He takes a deep breath but tries to hide it, just as he hides the swallow - that's not nerves, he does that when he's shaving too - settles more firmly between her legs, holds onto them a little tighter, holds the razor out to her, and then waits for her to position his face as she's going to. ] Totally ready.
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She smiles at him as she takes the razor, runs one thumb lightly along the edge to determine how sharp it is and then tilts his chin a little downwards, considers for a long moment so that she'll get the curves of his beard right. ] Okay then, good. [ And she starts, tilting her head a little and biting her lip in concentration as she tries to be very careful about the pressure and shape of her stroke. ]
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He lets her position his head as she wants to, stays where he is when she lets go of him to get started on her work, and he's calm and quiet and still as she starts to run the razor over the skin of his cheek. It's between strokes, when the razor must be wiped on a towel - which he's conveniently tossed over his bare shoulder sometime during the lathering - that he pipes back up again. ] Very steady hands.
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There's a quirk to her smile at that and she glances up at him, lets the razor rest for a moment as she glances up at him before lifting it again. ] I've always had excellent aim. [ That takes steady hands. And he's staying much stiller and calmer than targets tend to, which makes this a lot easier. ] Thank you.
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He's quiet again until she's pausing to wipe the edge of the razor. ] Did you really want to do this or was it just an opportunity that looked like fun? [ Not accusingly, he's honestly just curious. He had a - well, there was a girl once, the next day, she'd wanted to hang out in the bathroom while they both got ready. She'd watched him shave and they'd had a shower and it was a little different than this, clearly, but. ]
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He raises his eyebrows as the beginning of a playfully skeptical expression, but the short amount he lowered his face to start leveling it at her is quickly rectified as he remembers the blade, feels it first touch, the start to draw across his skin again, and he similarly doesn't move until she's wiping the blade off from that stroke. ] Oh? On what grounds?
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She pauses at the tilt of his head, waits until it's back up to continue the stroke. There is absolutely no way she's risking hurting him here, seriously, she kind of likes him a lot and it would be a waste of a good nice moment here. ] On the grounds of you having ridiculous amounts of natural talent. [ Blade back on his skin as she gets the sides of his throat, and then she sets it down and picks up the towel to pat off any remaining lather. ] And being spectacular.
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domestic as fuck oh my god
i don't even have a refutation for that yeah they fucking are
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