Disclaimers: Not mine. Not mine.
Originally posted on LJ but I'm keeping it here too. Whoo.
58 if you wish.
Little Hairs
'The little hairs aren't red.'
'...Huh?'
'Gojyo, do you... dye them?'
Hakkai leaned in towards the sink squinting with his one good eye at the little hairs Gojyo sent scattering into it.
'They seem pretty black to me.'
'Yeah, they do.' Mumbled Gojyo in agreement as he bent over and peered groggily at each little hair, wondering where the whole thing was heading.
Then the question came back and registered itself slowly and hazily.
Gojyo, do you... dye them?
'Ah...no.' Gojyo muttered in reply as he battled to keep his eyes open and peered at his morning face.
Damn, he looked a wreck.
He closed his eyes and rested his head against the mirror, then turned to look at Hakkai blearily. Was it the bloody reflection or was Hakkai radiating or something?
Again, he looked at what his morning face had to offer him.
Hell that was weird but Hakkai's morning face was not crapped like his and was now looking at him from the reflection.
'No?'
'Huh?' was all Gojyo managed.
Hakkai looked puzzled.
'No...?' Gojyo repeated and looked at their confused reflections.
Hakkai laughed.
Gojyo looked at Hakkai for a long time.
Hakkai was lathering his face. Hell that was funny but he was just staring.
Staring... for how long?
He wondered.
Then, slowly, his morning fog lifted.
He laughed as he looked at his half shaven assed morning face then at Hakkai's smooth hairless one. Man Hakkai sure was shit fine in the morning. Slinging an arm around Hakkai's shoulder, Gojyo pulled him in closer towards the reflection and winked.
'The night gods may love me...but the morning gods- they adore you.'