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Ten seconds if you want your head shaved.

[And she snips the scissors close to one of his ears, as a warning to keep his mouth shut and stop fidgeting, or else.]

[He doesn't even flinch, not at all concerned that she would actually do anything.]

You don't have the necessary equipment to do such a thing.

[Just saying. He shifts a leg, uncomfortable sitting on the chair--he prefers things like counter and other such that aren't actually built for sitting on--and moves a hand... Only to find out he can't. The sheet Rei had wrapped around him to keep the trimmed hair from getting on his clothes had tightened of it's own volition, pinning him in place.

He hates this event.]

Rei.

I'm not going to go any faster, Cas, you're just going to have to find it in your heavenly patience to sit still.

[It's said in a mutter, focused on her work. She hasn't quite noticed that Cas can't move just yet.]

I am sitting still.

[It might be slightly displeased sounding, as he finds that wow, this sheet is a lot stronger than it should be and he's really stuck.]

I don't have any other choice.

[And now his tone is a little more obvious. Sure, he's supposed to sit still, but he really doesn't like actually being forced to even though it's only been about ten seconds and it's not hurting him or anything.]

You're right, you don't, because if you move, I'll mess up and you'll look stupid.

[She still hasn't quite noticed that Castiel literally couldn't move, and she moves to stand in front of him, to get rid of the bangs that were beginning to form.]

[Geez, Rei, be less sympathetic. But he just quiets and goes still, overriding his claustrophobia for the moment; once she finishes with his hair then he can ask her to try to get him out.

Just ignore the hint of an expression he's making that looks really close to a kicked puppy.]

How long will it take?

[Because she hadn't given an actual answer last time.]

[She's quiet, ignoring both his question and his expression, completely focused on her job. Rei is a perfectionist -- this is no different. Cas would look like an acceptable human being whether he liked it or not.

She's kind of impressed by the lack of fidgeting, though, even if he is annoying her with his questions.]

[He is fidgeting still, just not so obviously; his feet keep shifting, just a little, and his fingers are twitching out of sight under the blanket.

Too bad he doesn't have his pyrokinesis right now. He would just set the blanket on fire. That'd teach it.]

[A few minutes later, Rei sets aside the scissors, before messing up Castiel's hair with a grin, settling back to admire her work.]

You look a lot more like yourself now.

[ -- well, almost. She messes it up again.]

Much better.

[It takes willpower for Castiel to just put up with being stuck, but he has such in abundance, and so is quiet and patient until she finally puts the scissors down and messes up his hair.

Well, he can't see it when he looks up anymore, so it's surely better than it was before. He tests the hold of the sheet again, and finds that no, it's still completely solid like it had suddenly turned to concrete.]

Are you done?

That's why I stopped cutting, genius.

[ -- and now, Rei is beginning to get something is weird, so she peers at him before moving to take the sheet off of him.]

Don't you want to look at it? It doesn't look that bad, give me a little --

[And the sheet does not budge.]

... credit.

[Oops.]

-- huh. That's weird.

I have no doubt about your skill.

[Which is true, as silly and out of place as it seems as she's realizing the sheet is stuck.]

I can't move. I believe it's the event.

[And he'd like some help, please.]

[She tries to pry it off, but the sheet only tightens the more she tugs on it. Once she figures that out, she abruptly stops, scowling down at it in frustration, before she dusts off her hands.]

I'll be right back. Don't struggle anymore, you'll tick it off.

[And out of the room she goes. Where, or to get what, or how long it will take, she does not say. He can deal with it.]

[Ow, that hurt now. Or was at least extremely uncomfortable.]

Clearly.

[He says it a bit snappishly, in a very 'thanks for figuring that out the hard way' manner. And then what, she was leaving? Not okay.]

Rei, wait.

[And he lurches to follow her, only it's kind of impossible and he just ends up overbalancing and toppling to the ground, chair and all.]

[When Rei comes back, she's carrying Gabriel's sword in her hand, and she stares for a moment or two at the sight of Cas on the ground tangled in a sheet before she sighs, kneeling next to him.]

One day, you're going to learn that when I tell you to do something, you should probably just do it. Now -- don't move.

[And, with a quick movement, she slashes toward, to free Castiel's arms with a well-practiced motion. After the event where she lost her powers, Rei has taken to learning how to defend herself in numerous ways. Using a blade is one of them. Though this one feels a lot different -- lighter, and oddly shaped, and with a lot of power attached. Hn.

She yanks the sheet off of him, but it quickly twists as if to attack her, only to be met with a lot more slashing of the blade, slicing the sheet into rough pieces. Soon, it lays on the floor, motionless, and Rei sighs.]

Stupid event.

[Castiel just stares back, as dignified as possible for someone laying on the floor trapped in a bedsheet. Again, though, he doesn't flinch when she attacks the fabric, trusting her not to cut him, even though he's not all that sure how much skill she has with a blade.

It seems enough, though, as he's soon freed. Thankfully. Sitting up, he brushes his hand against his hair curiously, apparently already over his sheets ordeal.]

It feels to be the correct length.

[He's nothing if not resilient, at least.]

Oh, good. He's in one piece.

[Dryly. Honestly, you are the most childish individual in the world.]

Do you want ice cream to make it all better?

[He lights up a bit at the question, getting to his feet.]

Do we have any?

[ . . . sigh.]

It's in the basement with the icebox. Strawberry or peach.

[Ice cream--sherbert most of the time, rather--is one of the few food he has both a liking for and an opinion on.]

Peach.

[He likes both, but peach wins.]

[And another sigh as Rei shakes her head.]

I guess I can do that.

[And she gestures for him to follow her, because he can get his own, thank you very much. 8|]

You're making more when we run out. You're the one who eats it all.

[He does follow along after her, a little pleased internally about ice cream, but he gives her a look at her comment.]

You complain when I don't eat, and when I do. I don't understand which I'm supposed to be doing.

You like to eat a lot of things that are bad for you and don't like the foods that are good for you. Besides, I'm the one feeding you, I can complain however much I want.

Perhaps if food that was 'good for me' was also edible, I would be more inclined.

[Yes, Castiel is four. But though he does like some healthy things, like fruit, supply is limited at the city and it tended to be stuff he couldn't stand. Usually because of the texture of it, which really is often revolting.]

For an eight hundred million year old ancient being, you act like a toddler.

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