❰ a mess of hair greets emil from the floor when he wanders into the bathroom first thing in the morning. at least two inches of it, some longer, some shorter. bewildering, maybe, but entirely devoid of context until lalli comes back from a short bout of scouting this afternoon, hair only incrementally short of a ragged mess. it's... passably even, but also very blatantly cut by the handful with a sharpened knife.
it's his usual hair-cutting method, though i won't try to pretend this time wasn't the result of a sudden bout of hopeless frustration. to pretend it wasn't something practical that he could take in hand and fix, unlike anything else in his life right now.
he doesn't seem to anticipate any kind of pushback from emil, based on the casual way he moves about the kitchen to gather a late lunch. ❱
❰ action ❱ day 149 (nov 5th), late afternoon.
it's his usual hair-cutting method, though i won't try to pretend this time wasn't the result of a sudden bout of hopeless frustration. to pretend it wasn't something practical that he could take in hand and fix, unlike anything else in his life right now.
he doesn't seem to anticipate any kind of pushback from emil, based on the casual way he moves about the kitchen to gather a late lunch. ❱