09/23/13
Sept 23: Change of Style Monday: Artistic style / clothes style, any sort of style you'd want to change, make it so.
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
When Brainy borrowed the time bubble remote from Phantom Girl to retrieve Superman he wasn't sure what reaction he expected from Superman when he saw his friend again after so much time apart. He certainly wasn't expecting the one he got.
After a moment of shocked silence, Clark, out of uniform at the time, all but shouted that Brainy had cut his hair in such a disbelieving tone. Really he was making it out to sound like Brainy cutting his hair had actually physically wounded Clark.
"Really," Brainy raised a hairless eyebrow, "All this time and all you can do is whine about my getting a hair cut?"
In reaction Clark stammered, embarrassed but offended. He commented that it was quite the difference and it was sprung on him without warning.
"Oh and now you need warning to see me?" if Brainy's eyebrow could rise higher it would have.
"That's not what I meant," Clark protested before walking over to him, seeming to take in all the differences. His friend was taller, had altered his uniform but the biggest shocker was still the hair.
Though he couldn't be sure, Brainy could have sworn he heard Clark mumble that it was "cuter" before.
"What was that?" Brainy asked.
"Nothing," Clark said much too quickly. He looked at Brainy a moment longer before reaching up and running his fingers through Brainy's hair.
"What do you think you're doing?" Brainy frowned at him but didn't pull away.
"I was curious," Clark commented but didn't stop; seeming to think Brainy had turned into some sort of cat.
"How would you like it if I did this to you?" Brainy wished he had kept his mouth shut, finding the whole interaction oddly nice feeling.
"I wouldn't mind," Clark sounded serious but it was hard to take him serious when he was still petting Brainy's hair with such a content look on his face.
To call his bluff, Brainy reached up and stroked Clark's hair, fully intending to do it once and back away but once he touched Clark's hair it seemed to have a magnetic pull on him. He stroked Clark's hair, each strand tickling his fingers with a sort of softness Brainy could not recall encountering before.
A small chuckle escaping Clark broke Brainy from his thoughts.
"Not so easy to pull away now, is it?"
Despite himself, Brainy was sure he was blushing.
"Shut up."
That only made Clark chuckle and stroke Brainy's hair more and Brainy couldn't find it in himself to complain.
