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[margenes]

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[redchaos]

Enjoy it while it lasts.

[The forecast right now is forever, but. Maybe she'll be in a bad mood one day and make him do things for himself. The end of the affectionate touch is punctuated with a kiss to his hair, and she easily finds a pair of scissors suitable for cutting hair.]

This is fine. I'm just taming it a bit.

[margenes]

Make me handsomer, okay?

[she would know best, wouldn't she? in wanda we trust. still, pietro stays somewhat still, because there is the concern that she is holding scissors (he's being a shit).]

Is this something you practiced a lot? [cutting hair, that is]

[redchaos]

You'll be a little more handsome. Not too much.

[Her brother is the most handsome and she swears it's not just because they're twins. As for his actual question--]

Nope.

[And she makes a cut at some of his curls. She should have maybe covered him with a towel or something, but he can shake himself off like a dog. She doesn't mean to keep comparing him to one--a cute, lovable dog, surely.]

[margenes]

I would be unstoppable.

[these dreams of him... and for what. he's about to raise his hand into a fist, as if to be dramatic about his statement.

except that when he hears the scissors closing and snipping away, he immediately stays stock still, hesitant about moving and/or breathing.]

A guinea pig. This is little comfort...

[redchaos]

I'm not going to take your ear off, Pietro.

[She'd probably have a very unpleasant meltdown if she cut him on accident. She's aware of this, and puts a hand on his head to angle it as she snips.]

This isn't rocket science.

[margenes]

[his head moves easily the way she instructs.]

No, it is not. But I remember when you tried to put eyeliner on me and you poked my eye. I could have been blind.

[this is dramatic]

[redchaos]

I did not. [She did.] I still think you would look very cool, wearing eyeliner. It's shame you're too much of a baby to handle it.

[There's a pointed snip at that.]

[margenes]

[and a full-body shudder at that. oh boy, at times like these, he really gets himself into Situations.]

I wanted to give you emotional support during your, what do Americans call, Hot Topic phase? I do not think I can go back to that. My eye was red for weeks.

[a baby]

[redchaos]

[If she had any remaining doubts about this being a trick... no one would be able to make some imitation of her brother this much of a convincing baby about things in their past.]

Maybe if you didn't keep rubbing it, like I told you, it would have gotten better faster.

[margenes]

I had raccoon eyes for so long.

[because he rubbed and the eyeliner smeared everywhere. he's not listening very much.

(it was kinda funny.)]

[redchaos]

And now you just have bags under your eyes.

[She's not trying to speed through this--though she imagines if she makes a mistake he has so much hair it maybe (hopefully) won't be obvious--but she's eager to get him into bed. Bore him into sleep.]

[margenes]

[shots fired]

It is sign of my hard work.

[he was sleeping for years. he looks up at her by looking at the mirror.]

You look even more tired than me. [and like she's been crying for so much longer than when he first arrived??] You can win this contest of the most tired of the two of us.

[redchaos]

[She'd like to sleep for years. Well. Maybe not so much now, with her brother returned to her.]

You know how to flatter me.

[She tips his head with her hand, so she can better get the back of his head.]

[margenes]

[he dares raise his hand, index finger up as he gets to stare at his feet and the floor and all the hair he's losing.]

You are still very beautiful. That is comforting, yes?

[redchaos]

Tired, but beautiful. Thank you. Slightly better.

[She's doing a good job at getting rid of length while not leaving him with bald spots. Is it all even? No. But it's fine.]

You're lucky I adore you.

[margenes]

[thankfully their connection as family, as twins, remains in that their jokes don't go over their heads, in the same way that their banter never strays into hurtful territory or one that otherwise spells anything but the love they have for one another.]

I think you are right. You would have no mercy on me if you did not.

[it's fine, his hair is fine, he believes in her...]

How is it looking from up there?

[redchaos]

[She knows her brother loves her. That's all that matters, and Wanda knows he knows she loves him, too.]

Very... purposefully messy. Let me finish this side and I'll let you critique me.

[margenes]

Purposefully?

[what does that mean? should he be concerned?]

I will not be too harsh on you because you are just amateur. But as your brother, I will not let you live it down, ever.

[redchaos]

[Wanda clicks her tongue--none of this feels real, like she's in some sort of false reality (again), but she thinks she knows better by now. It feels real when she puts down the scissors and runs her hands through the trimmed hair, not drastically shorter than before, but tidied up well enough.]

Purposefully. See?

[She gives his hair a little ruffle before having him look in the mirror.]

sorry for the general slow, had a few situations with pets! back to normality in the weekend!

[margenes]

Not bad.

[he studies his hair in the mirror, standing up to get close to it and push his fingers through the curls. he likes how it looks; it makes him feel a little closer to how he was before he awoke to realize he had been asleep for years.]

I guess [he turns back around to her] you get to keep your dignity as hairdresser for another day.

[moving closer, he puts his hands on either side of her head and kisses her forehead, pulling back to look at her.]

Thank you. I like it very much.

no worries, I will tag you forever and ever c:

[redchaos]

[She closes her eyes and smiles as he kisses her forehead, pleased with the praise, and looks up at him--only to start fussing with the hair that's landed on his shoulders, reaching up to brush it off.]

You look more like yourself. Less like a man living in the woods.

[... even if that's what he'll be, now.]

🥺same tbh!!

[margenes]

You know, I think you are making little fun of me.

[like, what? he showed up at your figurative doorstep looking like a mess, with twigs and leaves on him and covered in dirt? pietro pinches her cheek before stepping back.]

Let me clean up for you.

[—and off he goes, in a blur. it could be debated that wanda could clean things up with her magic in no time at all, but old habits die hard, and those habits include pietro using his speed to clean things up. it's the least he can do, considering it's his hair on the floor.

once he's done, he won't stop again in the bathroom, but instead divebomb onto the bed.]

Ow!

[and totally miscalculating, with his height and all, and banging the back of his head against the headboard. he'll be sitting up, one hand on his head, grimacing; all the time in the world and he still misses a clean landing.]

[redchaos]

[A little speedster son did not properly prepare her for the reappearance of her dead brother. The actual dead brother. Wanda grimaces at the noise, and walks over to the bedroom.

She folds her arms over her chest.]

You're going to break something with that thick skull of yours.

[margenes]

[he points at her with his free hand.]

Do not stand like that.

[it's the pose of a disappointed mother.]

It was just a miscalculation.

[redchaos]

You shouldn't be speeding around, anyway. I told you.

[She walks over to the bed to start pulling back the blankets, regardless of whether Pietro is in the way or not. He can move!]