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"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.

"You're fine, really."

"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.

"O-okay...but. You can have some of mine."

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?"

Maurice considered that and instantly brightened.

"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.

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.

"I didn't know that."

"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."

Maurice's smile died a little, but only so that it could form a thoughtful frown.

"Hmm...I dunno. I'm not really good at judgin' that kinda thing." He was good at breaking arms but he couldn't always be there. Also he didn't really wanna get arrested. "I can do that for you though! I can shorten it up...I bet. I bet I can make it so you can style it into a mohawk with gel, but otherwise it just looks kinda normal."

Maurice's solution got him to flop down against his chest, sighing happily. "You're the best at coming up with compromises, aren't you?" Because yes, he thinks that would nice, and cool, and why are you the best Maurice?

"But, when you're better okay? I don't want you to over exert yourself."

Maurice readjusted his arms and flopped them across Hanna.

"Yyyyeeeeah, I'd sneeze and poke your eye out. And while an eyepatch would look really cool, yeah. Let's--" And as if to illustrate it, he burst into an enormous coughing fit, jostling Hanna as he did so. "Let's wait. Ugh. I wanna know who I picked this up from so I can punch 'em in the face."

"I don't want you to poke my eye out, so that's probably a good idea." He kind of hides his face when he coughs, not really wanting him to cough all over him, and laughs a little when he reemerges from his T-shirt hiding spot. "You can punch them after you're better too, but you should be resting. You want me to turn on a movie or something? I'll be right here till you fall asleep again."

"Yeah. Yeah, I think we have Star Wars over by the TV still. The rest are in Meranda's room and you know the rules."

The dead man leaned a little to eye the entertainment center.

"But...you'd have to get up."

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