Hanna gave Meranda a look for the awkward exit, but thankfully Maurice is too worked up to notice it. So, thankfully, he lets his nerves settle and leans against him, frowning. "I don't think you should try that again. If you can't drive home I can see if I could come pick you up and you can shift or something, hide in the glove box.
His hand comes up, gently rubbing Maurice's back, careful of any other burns, "You could just get a trim. I mean, it'll be like taking care of it. Just think of them as...yanno. Split ends or something. You're fine."
"Never again!" It had become a wail at this point. His mantra! Never again would he try to be a daywalker, it was not to be. "Guess you're right..." He scrubbed under one eye with his thumb and leaned back against Hanna. Now that he was out of the sun, his body was cooling off. He'd soon become his usual 'just below room temperature' self again. He reached behind himself to find a chair and guide himself to it. The fridge still stood open.
Hanna coughs at the question, glancing towards the direction Meranda had left, but he shrugs. He'll just...shove that to the side. "Alright. I was reading earlier before you came home." Though, he could mention one part...
"And Meranda threatened me to keep my cranes confined to the room."
Maurice's wilted daylily look instantly snapped into alertness. He sat up like a bolt in his chair and leans around to stare at the redhead with wide eyes.
"You didn't!" That face. "You did! Sweet Potato, how are you still ALIVE?"
Maurice looked ahead and sank back into his seat. He slowly brought his hand to his face and rubbed the soft spots under his eyes again.
"I'm gonna pretend that was a sunstroke-induced hallucination."
Meranda suddenly burst back onto the scene, dressed, brushed, ready to face the world. "Hi guys, bye guys, don't wanna keep the boss waiting! You know how he can be kind of impot--IMPATIENT! Impatient!"
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His hand comes up, gently rubbing Maurice's back, careful of any other burns, "You could just get a trim. I mean, it'll be like taking care of it. Just think of them as...yanno. Split ends or something. You're fine."
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"So how...how was your day?"
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"And Meranda threatened me to keep my cranes confined to the room."
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"I can't see why, they don't bother nothin'. She hate origami?"
The dead man, bless him, wasn't aware of just how many cranes Hanna was talking about.
"It's not like you put them in her room."
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"I thought it looked kinda bare in there..."
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"You didn't!" That face. "You did! Sweet Potato, how are you still ALIVE?"
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"I'm gonna pretend that was a sunstroke-induced hallucination."
Meranda suddenly burst back onto the scene, dressed, brushed, ready to face the world. "Hi guys, bye guys, don't wanna keep the boss waiting! You know how he can be kind of impot--IMPATIENT! Impatient!"
Slam!
Maurice looked up again. "She's so weird."