[the abrupt sound of approaching footsteps makes klaus's head slowly lift, deliberately drawn out more than necessary. he levels emil with a way too wide grin, somehow managing to look sincere and mischievous all at once. must be a gift or something!]
Don't think it's that... What kind of magical steam were you hanging around? [after a shake of the head,] Nah, I'd say you got a good old-fashioned hair-dye in your shampoo prank.
I didn't shampoo it, or dye it -- none of that! This stupid pink ball fell into the bathtub, and Lalli said it was fine. For the record, I told him it wasn't! But I listened to him and got in it and I thought it was just going to be the tips at most.
( He's combing fingers through his hair while rambling in a somewhat (?) more understandable fashion, trying to see if he can catch the pink sheen. It's a mystery to him, but that makes it all the more infuriating that other people can very obviously notice the difference. )
[how is it possible for klaus to keep a straight face? that's the real mystery.]
Stupid pink ball? [okay, he'd been doing fine until emil said that.] What exactly did this thing do when it fell into the water?
[because he thinks it's safe to assume the tub was filled. initially, klaus watches his friend fumble with his hair, blathering on and on about how it's ruined and it is not doing him any favors— the guilt's kinda starting to get to him.] Emil, listen. [he reaches out, clasps both of emil's hands then lowers them from his perfectly unharmed blond head.] Your hair is fine. Pretty sure you just got punked.
It was horrible. ( Emil remains animated for now, distraught from the tips of his toes to the ends of his "now-pink" hair. ) It hissed for what seemed like 15 minutes, and now I know it was--
( Then Klaus grabs his hands, and Emil looks at him with shocked intent. Oh. He's been lied to. )
What? Are you kidding? If this is you trying to stop me from changing it back as a joke, it's incredibly unfunny. I'm not a fool.
A fucking bath bomb? You've gotta be shitting me. [sorry, not sorry, emil. he's doing everything in his power to not immediately start laughing.] Seriously, you've got nothing to worry about.
I'm not kidding. Every hair atop your head is still blond. I mean, bath bombs have been known to stain sometimes, but for real, you're fine. [he releases one of emil's hands, loops the arm around his friend's shoulder and draws up the opposite wrist, quickly flicking open the camera option so he can bring them into focus.]
See? [a light tap against emil's scalp with his index finger.] Completely untouched.
( It's essentially what Emil had seen before: his hair, just as it was when he woke up this morning. This does a better job of reassuring him that the initial comment of it being pink was a joke -- even if that doesn't explain how Klaus somehow knew about it.
The thought is put on hold as Emil digests the first thing Klaus said: )
A bath what!? ( WHAT SORT OF EXPLOSIVE DID HE JUST ABSORB?? )
[so, a tiny gremlin messaged him a little bit ago...
he's sincerely sorry, emil, but when someone comes to him about helping pull a prank on someone, his immediate reaction is to say 'yes.' klaus'd asked a couple questions in this scenario, but essentially, that's how it went.]
A bath bomb. There's some chemical reaction that makes them fizz and that's why they're called that. [this is not a joke he should be making, but watch him do so anyway:] Afraid you were going to explode or something? Not the same kind of 'bomb,' ya dingus.
Excuse me for being concerned by the phrase. ( Why call something a bomb if it's not...a bomb...? Past people are so weird.
Now that that's out of the way, here's the really important question: )
If my hair isn't pink, how did you know it might have been?
( Some people might easily put the two and two together here, but Lalli isn't one to gossip as far as Emil knows, let alone pull off a practical joke. )
You're excused. [and getting another head-pat... possibly followed by some playful hair-ruffling because klaus is amused by how it looks in the mirrored image.
slanting a half-lidded glance toward emil from his peripheral,] Seriously? Is this the first time you've been a victim of a practical joke? How unfortunate. [following a shake of the head, he withdraws the hand, combs it through the mess of bangs hanging against his own forehead now.]
Lalli, of course. He told me to say your hair looked pinker.
( You're lucky he likes you, Klaus, because otherwise he'd go full Ivar on that hand.
It isn't that he's never been made a fool of before. The reason that Emil is so disbelieving and bewildered is where the prank is somehow coming from. )
He wouldn't. ( There has to be a more reasonable explanation. Oh: ) Do you mean he told you it might have been?
[was the dick-lamp not enough? because there are surely far worse things he could think of to throw emil's way.]
Do you want to see the messages? I have them right here, [a faint twist of his wrist to jangle the bracelet then klaus's eyes widen slightly, eyebrows arching with consideration.] Believe what you want, I suppose.
Either way, it was just a harmless prank, so nothing to get too worked up over. And no need for worrying about bombs.
( dicks are at least a normal part of anatomy, masochism is not!!!
It's not that Emil is at all upset about the fact that Lalli pulled a fast one on him -- at least not now that he knows his hair is fine -- but it's so...out of character? It's not in his nature to be humorous, so to see him doing something so silly is truly strange. He doesn't need to see the proof of it to believe Klaus. At least, he assumes if he's offering, it's not a lie. )
Let me see. ( No, he asks with good humor because he wants to see his friend actually indulging in something of the more comical variety. )
if proof didn't exist, klaus wouldn't have offered at all. maybe he'll fib a little for the play-along of a prank, but when it comes to having evidence to back up such shenanigans, and especially from lalli of all people— the tone of emil's voice conveys amusement, too. he can't help wanting to prove the swede's friend is totally the little shit that started all this.
with a delighted grin, he flips the camera off and opens his messages, scrolls through them until he finds the one then holds his arm out so emil can read.] Check it out.
( Emil scans over it quickly. Huh. So Lalli does have it in him to be a little shit. Any version of Lalli that isn't staunch and closed off is one that he finds great enjoyment in, even if he has no problem with him in almost any of his forms. It's just nice news. He does have the capability to cut loose a little.
Well, at least I know it's not true. ( He turns away from the screen, smoothing his hair down again. ) I don't know what I'd do to have to get all of that pink out of my hair. Which, again, would not be appealing.
( Just so Klaus is perfectly clear on that fact and gets no ideas from this debacle. )
[it's goddamn adorable is what it is and part of the reason why klaus couldn't resist helping lalli out. that, and getting to see emil practically inhale whatever he was drinking a little bit ago was totally worth it.
just admit it: your boyfriend's ‘cute,’ emil, it's fine.]
Actually, that's something I'd be able to help with. [don't mind him, switching back to the camera and leaning in to snap a double-selfie while emil straightens his hair.] Sure it would. You're not even giving the idea a chance.
[too bad he's already contemplating it, reaching to rub the ends of some blond hair between his forefinger and thumb.] Pink ends would look super cute with your hairstyle.
And also some more ridiculous ideas that he won't entertain!!! Klaus will receive A Look after that little photo, pulling backward after the touch. The yank doesn't bother him as much as the blasphemy. )
My hair is just fine as it is. No cutting, no dyeing, no side-parting. Nothing.
[as always, naturally, because lalli and emil are boyfriends and there's no changing his mind.
the hair slips from between his fingers after emil pulls away, causes klaus to raise his eyebrows and pop his tongue, a far too mischievous smirk quirking the left half of his face upward.]
Touchy, touchy, [he withdraws though, defensively holds his hands up.] Don't worry, I'm not going to ruin your precious bob.
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day forty, not long after the fools and their bath bomb
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it is NOT pink
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Oh no.
Fuck texting, Emil runs over to Klaus in full panic mode. )
Is it the lighting? Do you think it absorbed the steam?
( This is nonsense, but his mouth can't keep up with his brain. )
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Don't think it's that... What kind of magical steam were you hanging around? [after a shake of the head,] Nah, I'd say you got a good old-fashioned hair-dye in your shampoo prank.
It's kinda working for you, man.
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I didn't shampoo it, or dye it -- none of that! This stupid pink ball fell into the bathtub, and Lalli said it was fine. For the record, I told him it wasn't! But I listened to him and got in it and I thought it was just going to be the tips at most.
( He's combing fingers through his hair while rambling in a somewhat (?) more understandable fashion, trying to see if he can catch the pink sheen. It's a mystery to him, but that makes it all the more infuriating that other people can very obviously notice the difference. )
And it's absolutely not working. At all.
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Stupid pink ball? [okay, he'd been doing fine until emil said that.] What exactly did this thing do when it fell into the water?
[because he thinks it's safe to assume the tub was filled. initially, klaus watches his friend fumble with his hair, blathering on and on about how it's ruined and it is not doing him any favors— the guilt's kinda starting to get to him.] Emil, listen. [he reaches out, clasps both of emil's hands then lowers them from his perfectly unharmed blond head.] Your hair is fine. Pretty sure you just got punked.
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( Then Klaus grabs his hands, and Emil looks at him with shocked intent. Oh. He's been lied to. )
What? Are you kidding? If this is you trying to stop me from changing it back as a joke, it's incredibly unfunny. I'm not a fool.
( He is a fool. )
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I'm not kidding. Every hair atop your head is still blond. I mean, bath bombs have been known to stain sometimes, but for real, you're fine. [he releases one of emil's hands, loops the arm around his friend's shoulder and draws up the opposite wrist, quickly flicking open the camera option so he can bring them into focus.]
See? [a light tap against emil's scalp with his index finger.] Completely untouched.
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The thought is put on hold as Emil digests the first thing Klaus said: )
A bath what!? ( WHAT SORT OF EXPLOSIVE DID HE JUST ABSORB?? )
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he's sincerely sorry, emil, but when someone comes to him about helping pull a prank on someone, his immediate reaction is to say 'yes.' klaus'd asked a couple questions in this scenario, but essentially, that's how it went.]
A bath bomb. There's some chemical reaction that makes them fizz and that's why they're called that. [this is not a joke he should be making, but watch him do so anyway:] Afraid you were going to explode or something? Not the same kind of 'bomb,' ya dingus.
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Now that that's out of the way, here's the really important question: )
If my hair isn't pink, how did you know it might have been?
( Some people might easily put the two and two together here, but Lalli isn't one to gossip as far as Emil knows, let alone pull off a practical joke. )
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slanting a half-lidded glance toward emil from his peripheral,] Seriously? Is this the first time you've been a victim of a practical joke? How unfortunate. [following a shake of the head, he withdraws the hand, combs it through the mess of bangs hanging against his own forehead now.]
Lalli, of course. He told me to say your hair looked pinker.
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It isn't that he's never been made a fool of before. The reason that Emil is so disbelieving and bewildered is where the prank is somehow coming from. )
He wouldn't. ( There has to be a more reasonable explanation. Oh: ) Do you mean he told you it might have been?
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Wouldn't he, though? If your friend hopped into a bathtub full of discolored water and his hair was the one thing he's most worried about...
[see where he's going with this?]
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The squint on Emil's face is obviously one of confusion, just because he has one actual friend and that whole scenario is his scene, not Lalli's. )
I mean, do you see Lalli pulling off something like that? You know him. ( You know him Klaus, like come on. Nice try but no dice. )
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Do you want to see the messages? I have them right here, [a faint twist of his wrist to jangle the bracelet then klaus's eyes widen slightly, eyebrows arching with consideration.] Believe what you want, I suppose.
Either way, it was just a harmless prank, so nothing to get too worked up over. And no need for worrying about bombs.
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It's not that Emil is at all upset about the fact that Lalli pulled a fast one on him -- at least not now that he knows his hair is fine -- but it's so...out of character? It's not in his nature to be humorous, so to see him doing something so silly is truly strange. He doesn't need to see the proof of it to believe Klaus. At least, he assumes if he's offering, it's not a lie. )
Let me see. ( No, he asks with good humor because he wants to see his friend actually indulging in something of the more comical variety. )
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if proof didn't exist, klaus wouldn't have offered at all. maybe he'll fib a little for the play-along of a prank, but when it comes to having evidence to back up such shenanigans, and especially from lalli of all people— the tone of emil's voice conveys amusement, too. he can't help wanting to prove the swede's friend is totally the little shit that started all this.
with a delighted grin, he flips the camera off and opens his messages, scrolls through them until he finds the one then holds his arm out so emil can read.] Check it out.
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It's kind of, uh...four-letter-word-that-starts-with-a-c. )
Well, at least I know it's not true. ( He turns away from the screen, smoothing his hair down again. ) I don't know what I'd do to have to get all of that pink out of my hair. Which, again, would not be appealing.
( Just so Klaus is perfectly clear on that fact and gets no ideas from this debacle. )
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just admit it: your boyfriend's ‘cute,’ emil, it's fine.]
Actually, that's something I'd be able to help with. [don't mind him, switching back to the camera and leaning in to snap a double-selfie while emil straightens his hair.] Sure it would. You're not even giving the idea a chance.
[too bad he's already contemplating it, reaching to rub the ends of some blond hair between his forefinger and thumb.] Pink ends would look super cute with your hairstyle.
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And also some more ridiculous ideas that he won't entertain!!! Klaus will receive A Look after that little photo, pulling backward after the touch. The yank doesn't bother him as much as the blasphemy. )
My hair is just fine as it is. No cutting, no dyeing, no side-parting. Nothing.
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the hair slips from between his fingers after emil pulls away, causes klaus to raise his eyebrows and pop his tongue, a far too mischievous smirk quirking the left half of his face upward.]
Touchy, touchy, [he withdraws though, defensively holds his hands up.] Don't worry, I'm not going to ruin your precious bob.
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When you say it like that, I find it hard to believe you aren't tempted.
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