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Oh I cut his hair myself one night

WHO:

make_contact
WHERE: The living room in Raven's house
WHEN: Friday afternoon, the 28th
WARNINGS: Drama, action, haircuts!
SUMMARY: Joey makes a drastic decision and get Raven to help him with it.
FORMAT: Paratastic

He'd put it off long enough. Mulled and hummed and hawed and looked up a dozen things on the internet about it and now, well now he just had no excuses left. It dated him, it made him look older than he was. He ended up yanking it back in a ponytail just to paint and no matter what he tried it was getting out of control.

He also knew his resolve would only last a half hour at the best.

Raven was just sitting in the living room watching Gilmore Girls when he found her, and he almost talked himself out of interrupting her program before telling himself to just buck up and ask her.

Settling on the couch he tapped her on the shoulder and waited for her to turn her head toward him before signing.

I need your help.

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He didn't seem to be in pain, or anguish... just that something was bothering him, and that was enough to make her completely forget about what Luke and Lorelai were arguing about this time around, and turn her body to face him completely.

Five seconds later she even had the television turned off.

"Of course, Joseph. Anything at all."

Cut my hair for me? Before I chicken out again?

Of all the things to be such a sissy about. If Slade were here he would have smacked him, or at least given him incredibly dissaproving looks.

Yes, well, Slade probably needed a few hours in the sun based off of the costume he wore all the time, so he wouldn't have been one to talk about anything.

Raven looked shocked.

"... cut your--- are you sure?"

Decided to do it then bailed three times already. Don't listen to me if I say no.

He ran a hand back through the thick curls, then sighed heavily and nodded.

"... alright. Come with me..."

Raven had practice in the art of hair cutting. She wasn't a stylist, she had no professional abilities, however she had cut her own hair since childhood. She knew how to keep a cut straight, at least.

She slowly stood, and made her way into the kitchen. She wouldn't have this on her carpets, thank you.

Joey followed her along, shuffling into the kitchen, both hands in his pockets and trying to banish the tension from his face. It would look fine.

Probably.

Maybe.

What the hell was he doing?

But he sat down on a chair anyway.

"This will be strange," she laughed a bit, a nervous spark in her tone, although that could have just been what she had picked up from him instead.

"I technically wasn't the one who cut your hair in the time I'm from, but... you do look nice with short hair." she was trying so hard to make him feel comfortable, she really was. "... so you have nothing to worry about. Stay right there, I'll go fetch what I need from the bathroom."

He raised a brow at that, but gave her a soft smile, feeling a little bit better at being told she thought he'd looked nice with shorter hair. He hadn't had a close-cropped cut since gradeschool. To think about doing more than trimming it ... well it was going to be immensely strange.

He nods for her to get what she needs, playing with the ends of his hair nervously.

Give her about ten seconds to poof out, gather what she needed, and poof back...

She set the pair of scissors and comb down on the counter beside him, just to have them within his reach. "I should probably cut it dry, since it's so curly... I wouldn't want to cut it a certain length, then have it curl further when dry and it end up looking nothing like I planned."

Raven had been talking to herself more than Joey there, and without much thought, ran her fingertips through his curls. ... that was for nostalgia. There had been many times in their short time together after resurrecting him that she'd missed those adorable curls. But... he'd probably be better off in the work field with shorter hair, and also with fitting in better. It was ultimately his choice, and she'd respect and assist in it.

"... last chance to back out of this, Joseph. Otherwise I'll make you sit until I'm done."

He leaned into her hand. Then she asked if he was sure and his lip actually trembled for a second, then he gave himself a mental slap and her a thumbs up to go ahead.

At that point he just shut his eyes, crossed his arms and sat as still as possible.

She actually didn't touch him further, instead headed over to the refrigerator to grab one of the beers on the door - they were Rimmer and Lister's, but... couldn't hurt this situation, right?
She opened it, then came over and held it out for him.

"Drink. It might take the edge off of what I'm about to do to you." she gave him a pathetic little look, because seeing him so torn up over his pretty blond curls was killing her. One beer wouldn't get him buzzed enough to do very much, of course, but... it was the thought.

He cracked an eye open, looked at her, look at the beer, then took it from her, popped the top open and downed about a third of it in a few hurried swallows, setting it down on the table within easy reach before signing to her.

You think of everything, thanks.

"Not everything, but I've lived long enough to know how to convince a man to suck it up." she laughed out the words a bit, before stepping forward to actually go through with all this. She brushed her fingers through his curls a few more times to figure out where to start, and picked up the scissors in her other hand.

She didn't wait for him to react, although she did pause to remind herself not to cringe when she made the cut. That'd just be stupid.

Snip.

And a rather large batch of curls fell to the floor.

The first 'snick' noise of the scissors makes him wince a little and he picks the beer back up and drinks a good chunk more, trying his best to stay still and let her work unhindered.

He would have to add this to the list he was rapidly forming of 'things to repay Raven for'.

A few more snips and he's still working on the beer, watching chunks of curl drift to the floor...

"Deep breaths, Joseph. It's only hair." she was trying so hard to not look amused, but... she couldn't help it. She knew how much Joey liked his hair, but still... it was almost endearing.

"Let me know if you'll need another one of those when it's gone."

More curls falling.

He will help himself to at least another TWO when this is done thanks, but for now he finishes off the first one and crosses his arms to let her work, trying not to look at how much hair had hit the floor.

Did he even HAVE that much hair? Maybe he should have been more specific about how close she should cut...

Okay yes, she couldn't help but chuckle under her breath now, shaking her head at all the emotions coming off of him, combined with the expression on his face.
And yeah, he probably should have told her, since she's simply going by the memory of how short his hair had been the last she saw him in her world.

"Don't look like that, the last time I got that expression was when we took Lady to the vet for her shots. That was the look on her face on the way home."

A few more cuts, and she even rounded to the other side of him now.

Sorry, 'sad puppy' is my default. He signed, then began to play with the bottle-cap, flipping it across his knuckles, tilting his head whichever way she instructed him too and closing his eyes when she took her scissors to the longer parts of his sideburns.

Had to go the whole nine-yards after all.

"What am I ever going to do with you...?" she breathed out, but with a chuckle on the end of it as she ran her fingers through his hair again, and shook it a bit to get the loose pieces out, before going back to work to even it out.

"Do you promise to not secretly resent me for the rest of our lives?"

I promise to not even resent you for the rest of the day.

His smile is a bit smartassed now, and ... yeah he's starting to feel that beer. Not having eaten anything for dinner yet combined with not being much of a drinker has set him up with a nice low-level buzz, nervousness prying out of him bit by bit as she works.

She laughed a bit more, pausing so she didn't accidentally snip the scissors wrong in the middle of it, then she set back to work, mostly on the left side.

"I should give you a mohawk while I have you in my control like this. I'm sure Mary would enjoy that."

Yes, she just went there. She very much just went there.

He made sputteirng noises and fratntic hand gestures at that, blushing right up to the tips of his ears.

I'd have a mohwak in your weedding photos then!

Annnd with that the scissors were temporarily set aside while she just laughed, nearly doubled over the counter. She had never seen him panic like that before, and it was absolutely adorable, yet hilarious at the same time.

His reward for that was yet another beer before she even bothered to try and continue evening out the length.

"I'm just teasing you, calm down."

He took the beer from her, popped the cap off, took a few swallows, and then prompty flipped her the bird. This was, indeed, something he'd probably never have done without the first beer but hopefully the 'oooh you rascal!' sort of expression on his face offset the gesture.

Maybe Rimmer should have a mohawk.

Matter of fact, she had never seen him do that to anyone, but especially her, and at first she was stunned. Then she laughed again, and shook her head.

"I think it would clash with the officers uniform he plans to wear at the wedding actually."

Only a little bit.

No really, he didn't REALLY want Rimmer to look like a moron on his wedding day but it would be untoward as a member of the wedding party not to rib the groom at least a little bit.

After another sip of beer he added.

Please don't give me a mullet for making fun of your fiance.

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