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[Well! That sure was a thing, wasn't it. Iago doesn't particularly care about the dead people - they saved the hostages, after all, and it's not like he knew them at all so why would he care? - but that was just sort of A Lot in general, so he's back in his room now.
He's currently working on notes, just jotting his thoughts down and recording what information he did manage to learn from today's absolute mess of a trial. But it's not like he's opposed to being bothered.]
He's currently working on notes, just jotting his thoughts down and recording what information he did manage to learn from today's absolute mess of a trial. But it's not like he's opposed to being bothered.]
[That's good, because he's going to bother you!
Cumore actually went to the absolute audacityfest that was the post-trial party; it was sort of like being home for five minutes or so, which is both appreciated and going a long way to ensure that he's still feeling really keyed-up. So he'll disappear back to his room for a moment before coming to find Iago; he'll knock, he's civilized, but it sounds a little impatient.]
Cumore actually went to the absolute audacityfest that was the post-trial party; it was sort of like being home for five minutes or so, which is both appreciated and going a long way to ensure that he's still feeling really keyed-up. So he'll disappear back to his room for a moment before coming to find Iago; he'll knock, he's civilized, but it sounds a little impatient.]
[Oh, it was awful, 10/10 Garon would probably be proud.
Anyway, he gets the door in short order, after putting his notes away, of course.]
Ah, Cumore. It's a pleasure to see you. [even after all of that??] Would you like to come in?
Anyway, he gets the door in short order, after putting his notes away, of course.]
Ah, Cumore. It's a pleasure to see you. [even after all of that??] Would you like to come in?
I would like that, yes.
[He'll enter easily enough, sweeping lightly past Iago and moving to hand something off to him as he goes.]
This is for you, do try not to drop it.
[It's a small jar, probably from the candle shop, only there's an odd sort of...white paste in it? A fair amount of it, at that.]
[He'll enter easily enough, sweeping lightly past Iago and moving to hand something off to him as he goes.]
This is for you, do try not to drop it.
[It's a small jar, probably from the candle shop, only there's an odd sort of...white paste in it? A fair amount of it, at that.]
[Oh, what's this? He accepts it, closing the door behind Cumore and raising his one visible eyebrow as he studies the jar.]
If you're trying to poison me, you're doing a dreadful job of it.
[Joking aside...]
What is this?
If you're trying to poison me, you're doing a dreadful job of it.
[Joking aside...]
What is this?
[...
.................what the hell does he do with this.]
Thank you for your... assistance. I'll be sure to keep it in mind.
[this is one of those responses that is trying so damn hard to be polite all while being said through clenched teeth, he is doing his best but he is not prepared to deal with this shit today.]
.................what the hell does he do with this.]
Thank you for your... assistance. I'll be sure to keep it in mind.
[this is one of those responses that is trying so damn hard to be polite all while being said through clenched teeth, he is doing his best but he is not prepared to deal with this shit today.]
Yes, of course, I'm sure it will.
[INTERNALLY SCREAMING]
Is there anything else...?
[INTERNALLY SCREAMING]
Is there anything else...?
[you were doing great until that last half!!!!!!! it's a damn good thing he has a strength stat of 0 or he'd throw this chair at you!!!!!]
Thanks for your... concern. ["""concern"""] I'll be sure to do just that.
[not that he is making any move to leave, but.]
Thanks for your... concern. ["""concern"""] I'll be sure to do just that.
[not that he is making any move to leave, but.]
[iago has not been okay a day in his life and he isn't starting now!!!!
Anyway, his default is to get (even more) offended and act like yeah, of course he does, but Cumore has a nasty habit of not only seeing straight through his bullshit, but calling him out on said bullshit, and that's just going to make things more complicated (and embarrassing). So you know what. Fine. This is just how today's going to be!!]
No, I don't.
[Those are the three stiffest words he has ever uttered and he's just going to be glaring at this stupid jar like it is entirely at fault here!!]
Anyway, his default is to get (even more) offended and act like yeah, of course he does, but Cumore has a nasty habit of not only seeing straight through his bullshit, but calling him out on said bullshit, and that's just going to make things more complicated (and embarrassing). So you know what. Fine. This is just how today's going to be!!]
No, I don't.
[Those are the three stiffest words he has ever uttered and he's just going to be glaring at this stupid jar like it is entirely at fault here!!]
[For a good long moment, he doesn't seem to know what he should do with his face at that, but after a moment he settles. His voice isn't gentle but it's closer to it; it's surprisingly less patronizing than usual, at least.]
Wash your hair like you normally would and rinse it out. Put that in afterwards, but focus more on the midsection and the ends, don't work that into your scalp. And then just rinse it out. I can get you something else if this doesn't work for you, I know several tricks that can be used, but I imagined this would work well enough.
[...]
I imagined you wouldn't like the sort of scents I normally use for my own, so I tried to come up with something you would like.
[Because of fucking course it's scented? It's as he said, though, it's not floral or whatever you'd probably expect from him; it's darker, more like bergamot combined with some other very vague citrusy...thing.
He tried, okay.]
If you come back here afterwards I can help you brush it out and make sure it's properly dealt with.
Wash your hair like you normally would and rinse it out. Put that in afterwards, but focus more on the midsection and the ends, don't work that into your scalp. And then just rinse it out. I can get you something else if this doesn't work for you, I know several tricks that can be used, but I imagined this would work well enough.
[...]
I imagined you wouldn't like the sort of scents I normally use for my own, so I tried to come up with something you would like.
[Because of fucking course it's scented? It's as he said, though, it's not floral or whatever you'd probably expect from him; it's darker, more like bergamot combined with some other very vague citrusy...thing.
He tried, okay.]
If you come back here afterwards I can help you brush it out and make sure it's properly dealt with.
[He doesn't look at Cumore the entire time, but slowly the death glare eases up into something that's... admittedly still a glare, but at least slightly less intense.]
...The mask is staying on.
[That's the one stipulation he has - he'll even remove the circlet from the back and allow Cumore to stay in his room until he's done, but that is something he's not compromising on.]
Otherwise... fine. I'll accept your help.
[It's not exactly angry, but it's definitely still very stiff, like he's really not sure how to respond.]
...The mask is staying on.
[That's the one stipulation he has - he'll even remove the circlet from the back and allow Cumore to stay in his room until he's done, but that is something he's not compromising on.]
Otherwise... fine. I'll accept your help.
[It's not exactly angry, but it's definitely still very stiff, like he's really not sure how to respond.]
...Good.
[Just let him fetch a few things and then he'll be off. Iago takes a decent amount of time to shower and work that through his hair, but he's not gone for too long; primarily because he really hates the idea of seeing anyone else in there while he's trying to shower in peace. Anyway, he eventually returns, dressed in the stupid priest's robes with his hair tied back out of his face. The mask is obviously still on, but he sets the circlet aside on the desk and moves to take the chair, picking up the hairbrush and handing it over to Cumore without a word.
He's doing a lot less of that really-pissed-off glaring, though. So at least there's that.]
[Just let him fetch a few things and then he'll be off. Iago takes a decent amount of time to shower and work that through his hair, but he's not gone for too long; primarily because he really hates the idea of seeing anyone else in there while he's trying to shower in peace. Anyway, he eventually returns, dressed in the stupid priest's robes with his hair tied back out of his face. The mask is obviously still on, but he sets the circlet aside on the desk and moves to take the chair, picking up the hairbrush and handing it over to Cumore without a word.
He's doing a lot less of that really-pissed-off glaring, though. So at least there's that.]
[Yes, well. He'll take the brush and move to stand behind Iago and let his hair down; he actually does not feel hestitant to touch it at the moment, which is probably a good sign because you could not have paid him enough to do this for the entirety of this week.
His touch with the brush is gentle at least, starting from the ends and working his way up and taking care not to pull it.]
...I appreciate that you were willing to allow me to do this.
[It isn't an apology by a long shot, but it is at least a vague acknowledgement that you're probably dying a lot inside.]
His touch with the brush is gentle at least, starting from the ends and working his way up and taking care not to pull it.]
...I appreciate that you were willing to allow me to do this.
[It isn't an apology by a long shot, but it is at least a vague acknowledgement that you're probably dying a lot inside.]
[thanks, asshole...........
His hair is thankfully tangle-free, but it's very wavy and doesn't cooperate very well, so it's not exactly the easiest to deal with even on good days. The mask thankfully doesn't get in the way of most of his hair in the back, but his bangs are another story. Please don't ask me why he does this, I don't have an explanation.
Iago's quiet as Cumore works, and for a moment it seems like he won't respond at all. But eventually...]
I... appreciate the assistance.
[It's not sarcastic, but it's very stilted.]
...You didn't have to go to this much trouble.
[Worrying about the damn scent of it and actually bothering in the first place, he means. Though staying here to help him afterwards is appreciated too, as much as it can be at the moment, anyway.]
His hair is thankfully tangle-free, but it's very wavy and doesn't cooperate very well, so it's not exactly the easiest to deal with even on good days. The mask thankfully doesn't get in the way of most of his hair in the back, but his bangs are another story. Please don't ask me why he does this, I don't have an explanation.
Iago's quiet as Cumore works, and for a moment it seems like he won't respond at all. But eventually...]
I... appreciate the assistance.
[It's not sarcastic, but it's very stilted.]
...You didn't have to go to this much trouble.
[Worrying about the damn scent of it and actually bothering in the first place, he means. Though staying here to help him afterwards is appreciated too, as much as it can be at the moment, anyway.]
[...He'll leave the bangs alone for now, the mask isn't the hill he's going to die on today...
That said, he does get the drift, at least.]
I just wanted to, that's all.
[It's a little awkward, but still.]
Did no one teach you how to do these things, then?
That said, he does get the drift, at least.]
I just wanted to, that's all.
[It's a little awkward, but still.]
Did no one teach you how to do these things, then?
[Very fair!!
The question gets him to tense sharply before he slowly forces it out and settles a bit.]
No.
[For a moment, that's all he says.]
There... wasn't anyone to teach me when I was old enough to learn.
[It's not angry or upset, it's just sort of blank.]
The question gets him to tense sharply before he slowly forces it out and settles a bit.]
No.
[For a moment, that's all he says.]
There... wasn't anyone to teach me when I was old enough to learn.
[It's not angry or upset, it's just sort of blank.]
[Mm. He honestly suspected something like that, but... It's still kind of a strange thing to be told.
Give him a moment.]
My family is largely gone now as well. My sister and I have each other, thankfully, but we're all that's left.
[...]
I really don't mind doing this sort of thing. I can always make more if needed; I'm doing it for my own hair, it's hardly an inconvenience to make this for yours as well.
Give him a moment.]
My family is largely gone now as well. My sister and I have each other, thankfully, but we're all that's left.
[...]
I really don't mind doing this sort of thing. I can always make more if needed; I'm doing it for my own hair, it's hardly an inconvenience to make this for yours as well.
[It's not really all that much of a surprise; Cumore acts like he's the one in charge of his family, and if his parents are gone, then that makes sense. It's not exactly comforting, but there's something to be said about the fact that Cumore's willing to tell him that much. Even though he doesn't say anything in response to it, he's definitely heard and... well, saying he appreciates it isn't quite right, but it's something.
The latter part is easier to address (somehow) so he chooses to focus on that.]
I'd appreciate it, then. It's... good of you.
[Even if your reasoning was probably "your hair is physically hurting me to look at, fix it so I don't have to be offended in your presence anymore".]
The latter part is easier to address (somehow) so he chooses to focus on that.]
I'd appreciate it, then. It's... good of you.
[Even if your reasoning was probably "your hair is physically hurting me to look at, fix it so I don't have to be offended in your presence anymore".]
[THANKS FOR NOT SAYING IT, ASSHOLE...]
...Well, that would make us even...
[At least he's trying to acknowledge it?? It doesn't even sound murderous!! Progress.]
...Well, that would make us even...
[At least he's trying to acknowledge it?? It doesn't even sound murderous!! Progress.]
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