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[ Henry is both curious and wary as he makes his way into the bathroom. He parts his shaggy hair with a hand to peer around as though peeking between a pair of curtains. He doesn't really know what to expect--Lust's hair always looks nice. He can't recall her ever having a bad hair day. There's probably a reason for that. But...would this change him in some way? Like. At his core? ]

[He sits down in front of the mirror and drapes his hands in his lap.]

[Lust joins him shortly after. She's in an oversized T-shirt that may or may not belong to a certain large Ishbalan who lives in the house. Her own hair is pulled back and out of the way to clear her vision for her work.

This is going to be a good deal of work.]

Here we are, Henry. Let me get my hair caddy and we'll see what it is we're working with.

[ He looks up to see Lust in the mirror. Seeing her reflection there brings back memories of frantically searching for scissors. How things have changed... ]

Thanks for taking the time to help me, Lust. I knew if anybody was going to know how to get my hair under control, it would be you. It gets in my eyes, in my mouth. I've tried tying it back but I always end up yanking out hairs when I take it down.

Yes, well, you need the help.

[It's said fondly, though. Lust retrieves her tools and bottles and jars and sets them all out about the bathroom. She has enough to stock her own salon.

Equipment all laid out, she pauses and taps her lips thoughtfully as she considers Henry's hair. There's a great deal of it, which offers a great deal of potential.]

Did you have anything in mind, or....?

Not...really.

[ He admits this as though it's some great shame. He simply hasn't thought about his hair since it became a problem. ]

I just know I want it to stay long. This took an incredible amount of not giving a fuck.

That's alright, we'll see what feels right. But first...let's get it in better shape, hmm?

[With a flourish, Lust begins running her fingers through his hair, thoughtfully. Getting a good feel for it, the thickness and strength of it, how healthy - or not - it is.

There's certainly a great deal of it, and she can tell immediately that Henry likely uses whatever cheap combo shampoo he sees on the shelf first.]

Long hair does take a long time to grow, and it needs extra care. And you do need to get the ends trimmed, to keep it in good health.

[ Henry is still. It's different having somebody card through his hair. Sure Heather tugs at it sometimes to goof around but it's different. He feels like he's at the doctor's office, but like, a nice one. ]

Do what you have to do. I trust you, Lust.

Good. You have no reason not to.

[Lust knows hair. Between her own and helping style and set hair at the club, she has more than enough experience to do some at-home salon-ing.]

We're going to start with a detangler. You need to use a detangler, Henry, long hair becomes a mess without it. And braid it or wear a bonnet at night. Don't sleep with it loose or just tied back.

[She's already pumping some serum into her hands as she speaks, intending to walk Henry through the process. He needs to be able to do all of this on his own, after all.]

A bonnet.

[ Henry is trying not to be rude, Lust is the wise one right now, but a BONNET? He says this a little indignantly. ]

I'll learn to braid I guess. Won't that pull?

A sleep bonnet. It's like a shower cap you wear to bed, not those frilled things old timey women wore instead of hats.

[There's a large difference. Though Lust doesn't blame him, she prefers to braid her own. Bonnets can be cumbersome to sleep in, regardless of if one is sharing a bed or not.]

Braiding is simple. We'll braid your hair after we've detangled it and brushed it out.

[And in goes the detangler, Lust simply burying her fingers in Henry's hair and beginning to work the serum through it.]

Alright...

[ Braiding didn't sound too hard. And it would only be for sleep. Something then occurs to him. ]

Lust, aren't you an old timey woman?

Old...timey?

[Lust pauses, cocking her head at their reflections in the mirror. She blinks, perplexed.]

I'm from roughly the nineteen twenties, Henry, we had cars and telephones and radios. We understood germ theory and advanced chemical theories. Our prosthetic limb technology is highly advanced. Old timey...

[She shakes her head as she resumes treating his hair, muttering under her breath about living here for ten years, she's thoroughly modern....]

Oh...I guess since Envy talks about being old, I thought maybe you were hundreds of years old too.

[ He leans his head back and finally starts to relax. Her fingers in his hair is nice. To think, he could go to hairdressers and have this any time he wanted... ]

....I'm in my thirties.

[Forties at most, if one wanted to be creative with Lust's entire timeline of existence, but hardly old.]

Envy and I are two very different people. He is my older brother. Much, much older. Lean your head back, please.

[ Henry can tell he's struck a nerve so he zips his lip and does as he's told. ]

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