Strangely adept at reading between the lines, when it came to Yoon, little Haulean grinned at the very scant but very direct bit of praise from the other male's lips. Giggling, he leaned forward to give Yoon's nose the slightest little bunny nuzzle; one of the little trademark habits that had lent credence to the nickname 'Rabbit'. But Haulean kept the contact feather-light and brief, not wanting to agitate his friend too much. Well. Not in a way that wasn't enjoyable. Mutually playful teasing was one thing, but doing it when it upset someone was just not Haulean's style. He wanted to help Yoon relax, not get riled up and cranky.
The boy continued to thoroughly massage Yoonjie's scalp, but his hands faltered a moment and a hot, vivid blush crept up his neck and over his freckled face, clear past the roots of his cornsilk hair at his friend's rather crass and colorful question. Color him speechless. Was he... did he mean...? How did he mean...? Suddenly rather cotton-mouthed, the boy gulped and averted his eyes. "If... if you want me to?" he murmured softly. Haulean was no stranger to joint baths, or helping wash other people. But... while normally he would assume it was meant in a straightforward manner, quite literally just washing, he... well. He'd lived in a brothel for the first six years of his life. And some of the older kids had made some rather crude jokes, because of it. At first, they'd sailed right over his head. But lately, he'd started to catch on a bit. Did Yoonjie see him that way, and he'd completely missed it??
No, of course not! Pfft. That couldn't possibly be a thing. Especially when his friend apologized and gifted him some of the prized fruit. The younger male was still blushing profusely, even to the tips of his somewhat pointed ears, but he ignored it. Talk turned to the last time he'd washed his hair, and Haulean blinked. "I think a couple of days ago? And rinsing isn't the same was washing, Yooni." The last was said in a very gently scolding tone, before he popped the wedge of fruit between his own lips, and did a happy little seated wiggle as he ate. "I wish my hair were as long as yours." he replied, reaching out to lightly run a braid through his fingers.
Haulean's hair had once been long. When he'd first been brought to the Coterie, it had been almost halfway down his back. But he'd been bullied rather viciously, and one of the adults had shorn it off, saying he looked too much like a girl. That was before Nairn had come. He'd been rather too afraid to grow it back out, especially when he still had a 'baby face', but... seeing more and more men in his life -especially Nairn and Yoon- sporting long locks and still maintaining their masculinity... it had given Haulean the itch to grow his out again. Presently, it was just slightly past shoulder-length. The longest he'd had it, in years. "I'd be sad if you cut it, but less sad if it made you happy!" he said quite sincerely, at the thought of his friend almost taking a knife to the braided locks.
Haulean's color-changing eyes practically lit up, when he was offered a whopping half of the second tangerine. He'd forgone having any of them to himself, because he'd wanted to save them for Yoonjie. But it was nice to be able to share the treat with his friend... so nice. Happily, the blonde tucked another piece into his mouth, and did his customary wiggle of delight. Even his toes curled against the wood of the bench! "And I can show you the fancy soaps I got for my birthday! Well. It's not my birthday yet, not for another week. But I couldn't resist, they smelled so good! It also made him happy that he could wash and smell nice when he uh... snuck out to visit his mother, on that day. But only Colt knew about him sneaking out. The less people knew, the less would be in trouble, because they wouldn't have to lie about not knowing about it. Yup.
"What was the song about?"
@Yoonjie
The boy continued to thoroughly massage Yoonjie's scalp, but his hands faltered a moment and a hot, vivid blush crept up his neck and over his freckled face, clear past the roots of his cornsilk hair at his friend's rather crass and colorful question. Color him speechless. Was he... did he mean...? How did he mean...? Suddenly rather cotton-mouthed, the boy gulped and averted his eyes. "If... if you want me to?" he murmured softly. Haulean was no stranger to joint baths, or helping wash other people. But... while normally he would assume it was meant in a straightforward manner, quite literally just washing, he... well. He'd lived in a brothel for the first six years of his life. And some of the older kids had made some rather crude jokes, because of it. At first, they'd sailed right over his head. But lately, he'd started to catch on a bit. Did Yoonjie see him that way, and he'd completely missed it??
No, of course not! Pfft. That couldn't possibly be a thing. Especially when his friend apologized and gifted him some of the prized fruit. The younger male was still blushing profusely, even to the tips of his somewhat pointed ears, but he ignored it. Talk turned to the last time he'd washed his hair, and Haulean blinked. "I think a couple of days ago? And rinsing isn't the same was washing, Yooni." The last was said in a very gently scolding tone, before he popped the wedge of fruit between his own lips, and did a happy little seated wiggle as he ate. "I wish my hair were as long as yours." he replied, reaching out to lightly run a braid through his fingers.
Haulean's hair had once been long. When he'd first been brought to the Coterie, it had been almost halfway down his back. But he'd been bullied rather viciously, and one of the adults had shorn it off, saying he looked too much like a girl. That was before Nairn had come. He'd been rather too afraid to grow it back out, especially when he still had a 'baby face', but... seeing more and more men in his life -especially Nairn and Yoon- sporting long locks and still maintaining their masculinity... it had given Haulean the itch to grow his out again. Presently, it was just slightly past shoulder-length. The longest he'd had it, in years. "I'd be sad if you cut it, but less sad if it made you happy!" he said quite sincerely, at the thought of his friend almost taking a knife to the braided locks.
Haulean's color-changing eyes practically lit up, when he was offered a whopping half of the second tangerine. He'd forgone having any of them to himself, because he'd wanted to save them for Yoonjie. But it was nice to be able to share the treat with his friend... so nice. Happily, the blonde tucked another piece into his mouth, and did his customary wiggle of delight. Even his toes curled against the wood of the bench! "And I can show you the fancy soaps I got for my birthday! Well. It's not my birthday yet, not for another week. But I couldn't resist, they smelled so good! It also made him happy that he could wash and smell nice when he uh... snuck out to visit his mother, on that day. But only Colt knew about him sneaking out. The less people knew, the less would be in trouble, because they wouldn't have to lie about not knowing about it. Yup.
"What was the song about?"
@Yoonjie
05-25-2024, 08:36 PM
