All of this about hair? Yeah, I made it up. Don't take it seriously.
She ran her fingers through her hair, humming quietly. The curls tangled a little on the ends, so she growled a little and tugged harder, and her fingers came free. A large tangle of hair was left on her fingertips. She curled her lips in disgust and shook her hand over the trashcan, feeling her fingers come undone. Rolling her eyes, she continued her original endeavor, closing her eyes.
"Ran-chan?" a familiar voice called, and she opened one blue eye to stare at the man in the doorway. He stared at her in confusion; his own blue eyes open the slightest amount.
She smiled and turned back to the mirror, humming. "What is it, Gin?"
He came up behind her and ran his fingers through her hair, his other hand gathering hers in a loose grip. He kissed her fingertips lightly and murmured, "Ya know, there's a hairbrush right there, love."
Lips thinning, she pulled herself away from him, swatting at his arm. "Yes, I know that, asshole," she said, tugging on the towel she had wrapped around her chest. "But it's easier sometimes to do brush hair with your own fingers. I read somewhere that it allows better airflow and wavier hair. Besides," she sniffed, looking back at him over her shoulder as she walked to their bedroom, flicking her hair over her shoulder, "It feels good to have cool water on your hands."
He followed her into the bedroom, engaged enough in the conversation for once that his eyes didn't wander when she dropped the towel. She dressed herself slowly as he complained, "That's nonsensical, Ran-chan! Ya get more bristles through yer hair with a brush, since each bristle can grip a strand and pull…" He wrinkled his nose at her and frowned, "What're ye putting make-up on for? We're not goin' anywhere, last I checked. No one ta impress."
She turned around, now fully dressed in simple bleached jeans and a low-cut dusty pink blouse, and put her hands on her hips, eyeliner pencil between her fingers like a cigarette. "How about you? I can't impress you whenever I want? Or, god forbid, I dress for myself!" She rolled her eyes at his dumbstruck expression and turned back around to her mirror. "And why aren't we going on a date? Why not be spontaneous?"
She saw him roll his eyes in the reflection of the glass. "Because I'm not made a money, Ran-chan, much as I'd like ta be." He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "No need for perfume, either, my dear," he muttered, pressing a kiss to her neck.
"Good aesthetics," she muttered in return, spraying some on her wrists before putting the bottle down. She turned in his embrace and he leaned her against the table behind her, kissing her fiercely. She kissed back for a moment and pulled back, whispering against his mouth, "Take me out tonight and you'll get more," she promised. He swore. She grinned smugly.
