ic inbox part 2 electric boogaloo

[originallutece]

Rosalind Lutece

Professor of physics at Recolle University.

"Nothing in life is to be feared; it is only to be understood."

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[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis grabs the glass and starts preparing them, being generous because that seems to be the theme tonight. Eh. It works. He comes along and pauses when she brings up the hair.

Noctis sighs, rolling his head back in dramatics. ]

Was hoping you forgot.

[ He comes back around, giving the glass to Rosalind as he sits down. ]

[originallutece]

I had not. Simply allowed you to get away with it for a long while.

[She offers him a silent smile in thanks and lifts the glass to her lips.]

I can do it for you tonight, if you want.

[kittycaterer]

[ A groan. Noctis takes another drink. And it’s easier than the last one, thankfully. Hell, he’s already starting to feel a bit warm after that first one. Rosalind wasn’t kidding.

He purses his lips, reaching up to fuss with the little bun he’d made. ]

Guess I have no choice.

[ He gives her a look. ]

You’re not gonna make it short, are you?

[originallutece]

Obviously I'm going to make it short. That's the entire point, Noctis, don't try and wriggle out of this.

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis simply stares on, sipping more at his drink. He’s a lightweight, so really, the cheeky attitude is born purely of that. ]

How short.

[originallutece]

It won't be a buzzcut.

[TAKE COMFORT IN WHAT YOU CAN.]

[kittycaterer]

[ THATS NOT SPECIFIC ENOUGH. ]

One inch. That’s it.

[ He’s a law student. He’s going to deal his way out of this. SIP. ]

[originallutece]

[Blandly and entirely deadpan:]

Okay.

[what's he gonna do when she cuts more than an inch off, not finish the haircut?]

[kittycaterer]

[ You wouldnt fucking dare.

Noctis stares in silence a bit longer. He realizes he lost his bet already, time caught up on him. So he sighs, throwing back his second drink as he stands up. ]

Alright, let’s get this over with.

[ Before he fusses more. ]

You’re lucky I’m a lightweight.

[originallutece]

You're lucky I'm not. Come into the bathroom.

[She's a little tipsy, but not so hideously drunk she'll end up shaving him. So that's good. Rosalind's step is just a little unsteady as she leads the way towards her bathroom. Dragging in a chair, she sets up a few towels around him.]

Go get your hair wet.

[in the shower, maybe? Just take off your shirt, Noct, it's only your mum.]

[kittycaterer]

[ He has a scowl on his face very much suggesting how much he DOES NOT WANT THIS. Just for good measure. He waves dismissively, finishing off his glass and setting it down. He’s not drunk yet, but he’s tipsy enough to follow along with this. His cheeks are warm and pink, and he’s amused enough.

Noctis takes his shirt off and sets it aside in the bathroom. He lets his hair down and quickly wets it in the sink, reaching for a towel to damp it and drape it at his shoulders. ]

Not exactly into anything new so...

[ Dont go wild. ]

[originallutece]

Hush.

[She has a pair of scissors, luckily, built for cutting hair. They're nothing professional, no, but at least she's not using something from her lab. It takes her a few minutes to find a comb, but soon enough she's settling behind him.

Despite her full intent on tormenting him, she doesn't want to do a bad job, and so there's care in the way she combs and parts his hair carefully.]

Just don't move, all right?

[kittycaterer]

[ He’s very particular about his hair. Which is funny, considering he can’t do much with it as long as it is. But it shows in his face that he’s uncomfortable. ]

I’m not, I’m not.

[ It’s a good thing he’s feeling comfortably toasted off the scotch, otherwise he would have gone to a professional. Or continue to ignore the growing length. He grimaces a little. ]

Don’t make it too short.

[originallutece]

Hush.

[And to her credit, it's not as if she buzzes it all off. But he'll likely think it's too short, because she cuts it sensibly, trimming his bangs and sweeping back all that hair that crowds around his face. The end result is something quite nice, honestly, and Rosalind is pleased, even if he'll sulk and whine.

But ah, that's for later. For now, Rosalind is still cutting, humming softly as she does.]