Hanna almost laughs, shaking his head, "I was a little worried there though. I thought something was like, wrong, or I had said something...like." Perhaps in some medicine filled healing of his brain he realized that drugged up, Hanna was not the dude for him and he just didn't want to admit it. Hanna's worried thoughts obviously escalate quickly, but he feels that sometimes it's warranted. Maybe.
And, Hanna, who had just been thinking the same thing, actually did laugh at with him, "No, no. It kind of is, you're totally right. I can almost picture it, but I don't really know what you looked like back then." He kind of just...pictures a shorter version of the Maurice currently in front of him.
"Sweet Puhtadah, no, it--" He hacked again and made a face. "Oh, ew, it tastes bad. Sorry. It's all me."
His wobbly smile became more genuine. Wow, it's finally out. It's off his chest. He kind of wants to cry again but that would be awkward. Instead he drew in a long sniff.
"Just imagine a thinner, angrier me without fantastic hair." He ran his claws through his--sweaty locks. Oh ew. He frowned a pitiful frown and tried to ruffle his hair so that it would stand up. He was a wreck! This cold was really kicking his ass. NOW IT WAS AFFECTING THINGS THAT MATTERED.
"But...when I'm better. I could totally go for a Double Feature. Maybe even--Washatog. They're kinda artsy. Maybe they'll put on a play this year. Because I'd like--" He started to turn colors again and his hands drifted back to his face. "Have you ever watched A Midsummer Night's Dream? Or--or heard of it?"
He can't easily imagine a thinner Maurice either since he hasn't ever seen anything of Maurice that isn't how he is now. He kind of wants to see pictures, he'd be a cute teen, even if he had a jock haircut. "One of these days we should just...pick out something we would have worn back in high school at a store and try it on for each other." It'd be a fun experiment, even if Hanna knew that as much as a mess his wardrobe was now, the one he had back then was even worse.
He wraps his arms around Maurice's shoulders, resting his chin on them and smiling. "I just told you I got beaten up for believing in faeries, how could I have not?"
"That one is--it's really good. It's so good. Have you--well you probably have. I haven't--talked about this with. Anybody."
The closest he came was sitting in the back of those drama classes that were more about reading plays than putting on plays in college. Nobody had even known his name.
"I have a VHS of Little Shop of Horrors around here somewhere. I've been, uh. Hiding it." He was so happy to see Hanna's smile again after worrying him. Maurice turned and bumped his nose agaisnt Hanna's. "Haha, I'm game, but get ready to be really underwhelmed. I haven't dressed differently since I was a little kid. Y'know that old Ozzy shirt I have? The one that's kind of thin and faded? That thing's from college!"
"Hey, it's okay. We can watch them together though And if you want, we can do it when Meranda isn't here. Just you and me." And if he's honest, he'll have to admit that he loves little shop of horrors himself because it's just that awesome.
"Oh, that's nothing. You know my shoes? I've had those since before my-" He swallows, changing his wording of choice, "sixteenth birthday."
The true knowledge of Hanna's halted growth spurt isn't so glamorous, but Hanna doesn't mind so much, laughing as Maurice pulls him into his lap, his arms coming around him. "H-hey, you're still sick, you're going to cough all over me if you're not careful!"
He doesn't seem to want to move though, settled easily in Maurice's lap, a hand coming up to play with his slightly damp hair, helping it stick straight up. "There, now you're beautiful."
Maurice only rolled his eyes upward to watch Hanna muss his hair. He didn't shy back or bare his fangs or otherwise threaten him. He just let him do his thing. He let him touch the mullet.
He laughed, nodding, "Just gotta be home before the sunrises." Though, as soon as he's said it, he realizes that something is a little off about this. Usually he didn't like his hair played with.
He'll follow his joke up with some real concern, "You okay? I mean, I know you're sick but...usually you put up more fight than no fight at all."
"That's cause it actually does something when you play with it. Mine is just a mess all the time. Definitely not as fun." He'll smile at the opportunity he's given though, creating a horn out of his hair on top his head. "Maybe I can make you a unicorn."
"It is a little thin...have you tried usin' product on it?" Maurice opened an eye and watched Hanna's face as he FINALLY GOT TO DO THE THING. Then the other eye opened. "You should let me play with it!"
"Do I look like I have enough money to buy stuff just for my hair? I'd rather have brand name cereal." He's got his priorities straight, at least for himself. Not that he minds if Maurice spends money on his hair. That was his thing, just not Hanna's.
He looks at him dubiously though, raising an eyebrow, "What's that smile for..."
It takes a moment for Hanna to realize that what he said might be construed differently than what he'd meant. The look on Maurice's face was an easy hint that he had accidentally been kind of, well. Cross.
"Wait, wait. I didn't mean it like that! Promise!" He immediately looked guilty, "I was just saying, that's more your thing, but I don't want to ruin your fun either..." He kind of looks like a kicked puppy himself, mirroring Maurice's expression. "I wouldn't mind, promise!"
The vampire was already backpedaling rapidly. He'd shared one thing, maybe it was too soon to share another. He didn't know how this kind of thing worked. Maurice broke eye-contact.
"Hey, look at me." Hanna's hands drop from Maurice's hair to catch both cheeks, grinning at him when he maybe squishes them together enough to make Maurice pucker up, kissing him in quick succession, "You don't have to be sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a huge ass, so I'm sorry." He lets him go, though gives him another kiss that isn't quite so silly, settling in his lap again.
"Yowa not an ass," he said through his pucker. He couldn't keep his guilty frown with Hanna rapid fire smooching him. It eventually turned into a sheepish, wobbly grin.
That gets him to smile full blast, happy that he got him to smile again, his hands dropping from Maurice's face. "Are you going to doll me up, then? I mean, the glam rock look works for you, but I dunno if it would for me."
In fact, he had thought about getting his hair cut quite a few times since it was getting longer. He just hadn't mentioned it so much. Maybe he would now?
"I would love to." He took his turn to inspect one of Hanna's curls with the critical eye of an artist. There were still a lot of things the vampire hadn't had the chance to explore. Wow, yeah, it was a mess.
"Hmmmm, you know," he said with that same hesitance that he'd had when describing Shakespeare. He had to find that fine line between sounding educated about something and being WAY SUPER INTO IT HOLY SHIT and hadn't quite figured out how. "I think I might do something else. You would be a cute greaser. Or..."
He carefully combed Hanna's hair with his claws and parted it in the middle. "If it were a little longer..."
Hanna tries really hard not to make a face when Maurice parts it in the middle. It made him think of that kid with the hair sticking straight up, sides gelled down to hideous perfection. "A greaser would be cool." He had even thought of shaving the sides too, and with a little hesitance, he looked up at his own hair, lifting his fingers to it along with Maurice's and pulling it up in a fluff of mohawk.
"What if I just...got the sides cut and trimmed it. Like, curly ginger mohawk?"
Hanna was honestly surprised, "Wait, you mean you cut your own hair?" If Maurice did, then he supposed he wouldn't mind letting Maurice attack his head with scissors and a razor, but...that must be hard, the upkeep.
"Haha, yeah, kinda have to!" He let himself laugh and ruffled up Hanna's hair. "If I went to a barber, the second he sat me down in the chair, he'd be like waaaaait a minute here."
"That's true...I hadn't thought of that." He wonders if Conrad would have to start doing that himself too. He'd probably throw a fit when he found out.
"You think I'd get more shit at work if I cut it like that though? I mean, I'd rather not make myself more of a target than I already am. In fact, I was um...kind of thinking about cutting most of it off."
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And, Hanna, who had just been thinking the same thing, actually did laugh at with him, "No, no. It kind of is, you're totally right. I can almost picture it, but I don't really know what you looked like back then." He kind of just...pictures a shorter version of the Maurice currently in front of him.
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His wobbly smile became more genuine. Wow, it's finally out. It's off his chest. He kind of wants to cry again but that would be awkward. Instead he drew in a long sniff.
"Just imagine a thinner, angrier me without fantastic hair." He ran his claws through his--sweaty locks. Oh ew. He frowned a pitiful frown and tried to ruffle his hair so that it would stand up. He was a wreck! This cold was really kicking his ass. NOW IT WAS AFFECTING THINGS THAT MATTERED.
"But...when I'm better. I could totally go for a Double Feature. Maybe even--Washatog. They're kinda artsy. Maybe they'll put on a play this year. Because I'd like--" He started to turn colors again and his hands drifted back to his face. "Have you ever watched A Midsummer Night's Dream? Or--or heard of it?"
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He wraps his arms around Maurice's shoulders, resting his chin on them and smiling. "I just told you I got beaten up for believing in faeries, how could I have not?"
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The closest he came was sitting in the back of those drama classes that were more about reading plays than putting on plays in college. Nobody had even known his name.
"I have a VHS of Little Shop of Horrors around here somewhere. I've been, uh. Hiding it." He was so happy to see Hanna's smile again after worrying him. Maurice turned and bumped his nose agaisnt Hanna's. "Haha, I'm game, but get ready to be really underwhelmed. I haven't dressed differently since I was a little kid. Y'know that old Ozzy shirt I have? The one that's kind of thin and faded? That thing's from college!"
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"Oh, that's nothing. You know my shoes? I've had those since before my-" He swallows, changing his wording of choice, "sixteenth birthday."
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"Oh my God. You're just. So tiny." He flung his arms around him and haled him onto his lap. "My little tater tot!"
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He doesn't seem to want to move though, settled easily in Maurice's lap, a hand coming up to play with his slightly damp hair, helping it stick straight up. "There, now you're beautiful."
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Maurice only rolled his eyes upward to watch Hanna muss his hair. He didn't shy back or bare his fangs or otherwise threaten him. He just let him do his thing. He let him touch the mullet.
"Now I can go to the ball."
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He'll follow his joke up with some real concern, "You okay? I mean, I know you're sick but...usually you put up more fight than no fight at all."
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"I'm fine, keep going. You always wanna mess with my hair."
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Suddenly he had his full, stea knife smile.
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He looks at him dubiously though, raising an eyebrow, "What's that smile for..."
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"Oh. Nevermind."
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"Wait, wait. I didn't mean it like that! Promise!" He immediately looked guilty, "I was just saying, that's more your thing, but I don't want to ruin your fun either..." He kind of looks like a kicked puppy himself, mirroring Maurice's expression. "I wouldn't mind, promise!"
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"I'm sorry, I just forgot."
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"You're fine, really."
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"O-okay...but. You can have some of mine."
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In fact, he had thought about getting his hair cut quite a few times since it was getting longer. He just hadn't mentioned it so much. Maybe he would now?
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"Hmmmm, you know," he said with that same hesitance that he'd had when describing Shakespeare. He had to find that fine line between sounding educated about something and being WAY SUPER INTO IT HOLY SHIT and hadn't quite figured out how. "I think I might do something else. You would be a cute greaser. Or..."
He carefully combed Hanna's hair with his claws and parted it in the middle. "If it were a little longer..."
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"What if I just...got the sides cut and trimmed it. Like, curly ginger mohawk?"
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"A mohawk! That would be perfect! I could do it! I'm good with scissors! I mean. I can look like this without a reflection."
He dared to puff himself up and look proud.
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"I didn't know that."
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"You think I'd get more shit at work if I cut it like that though? I mean, I'd rather not make myself more of a target than I already am. In fact, I was um...kind of thinking about cutting most of it off."
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