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[She looks slightly more relieved, at that, and smooths out the dress in her lap.]

This whole thing seems like a giant pain. Why do the girls have to do all the work? It's annoying.

You don't have to do any of this.

[Just reminding her. She's the one who wants to wear a dress.]

I got asked by someone, I can't look like an idiot.

[It's a pride thing, tyvm. 8| But Rei sighs and folds up the fabric before getting up, dusting off her jeans.]

Come on, let's make you look acceptable.

[Okay. He understands now that humans like to look pretty simply for the sake of it.

That is why he's here for a haircut, after all.]

What should I do?

Sit down in that chair over there.

[She's finding her scissors in a drawer, pausing in her search to pin up her own hair, so that it doesn't get in the way.]

I need to cut mine, too... alright --

[And she turns, totally confident.]

How short do you want it?

[He sits down where indicated, though he's already fidgeting slightly, watching as Rei moves around. At her question, though, he's baffled a moment. How short does he want it? He reaches up to his hair, feeling by hand how long it should be, and indicates it to Rei.]

Like this.

[Not too difficult, then, and she pauses to find an old sheet to wrap around him, so his hair didn't get everywhere in the process of making Castiel not look homeless.

And, without much warning, she set to work. She takes some comfort in that Castiel just sort of -- messes up his hair and doesn't really pay much attention to it otherwise, so this should be pretty easy.

Hopefully.]

[It's pretty true. Castiel's hair usually looks like some strange cross of bedhead and purposefully spiked, but it's how it stand naturally, and it's pretty forgiving of an uneven cut.

And like she thinks, it's not as though Castiel would notice anyway.]

How long will this take?

[Yes, he's lasted about twenty seconds of not fidgeting.]

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?

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