((It's cool, I'm glad your computer's working now. And I'd noticed your other characters are involved in plot-heavy stuff. I'm excited about Nidhogg -- another dragon pal for Skwis! Has his player mentioned the Swedenapping idea to you? Toki should get in on it.))
"Plain soaps ams bads for de hairs, likes I's say. Unless yous likes de gross dandruffs and dry scarescrow hairs." Skwisgaar hadn't actually known any more than Toki about ludicrously expensive salon crap until fairly recently, considering he'd grown up in poverty, and which probably contributed to his love of excess as an adult now. Assuming either of them would even be leaving their room in the next day or so, it was doubtful the rest of the band would get close enough to smell them, thankfully. It was of course different with Murderface -- it was hard not to smell him whenever he was in the same room as them. That was one instance where Skwisgaar wouldn't argue against the use of soap in any form.
"Pfffft. You and Nathans both needs to go backs to high school. You don'ts knows snakes from dildos about nothing." But he didn't realise Toki was just making it up; he would have hassled the Norwegian even if what he'd said were true. "And nobodies would looks good with dat stupid moustache," he muttered once they'd broken the kiss. He took a moment to rinse his hair a final time, then Toki's, wondering why Toki's opinion about his appearance even mattered to him. Toki didn't secretly think he looked like a lady, did he? Since only ladies would look weird with facial hair...
He tossed a towel at his bandmate after turning off the shower, and started drying off with his own while heading into the bedroom. As he crawled back onto the bed, he said, "Little water won'ts hurt nothings." Especially compared with what they usually got on his sheets -- but at least the house elves were good about cleaning everything daily. Once he felt dry enough, he set his towel aside and sat back against the pillows, legs crossed at the ankle, waiting for Toki to join him. He was seated near enough to the bedside table he'd only have to reach over to get anything they'd be needing, if Toki hadn't changed his mind about wanting to be fucked. "How ams yous thinkings you wants to fuck, anysway?" he asked, idly combing through his hair with his fingers. "Yous can bes on de top, de bottom, facings me or aways, on yours hands and knees, on yours side... You knows, pretties much any way yous want. Deys all probably feels a bits different."
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"Plain soaps ams bads for de hairs, likes I's say. Unless yous likes de gross dandruffs and dry scarescrow hairs." Skwisgaar hadn't actually known any more than Toki about ludicrously expensive salon crap until fairly recently, considering he'd grown up in poverty, and which probably contributed to his love of excess as an adult now. Assuming either of them would even be leaving their room in the next day or so, it was doubtful the rest of the band would get close enough to smell them, thankfully. It was of course different with Murderface -- it was hard not to smell him whenever he was in the same room as them. That was one instance where Skwisgaar wouldn't argue against the use of soap in any form.
"Pfffft. You and Nathans both needs to go backs to high school. You don'ts knows snakes from dildos about nothing." But he didn't realise Toki was just making it up; he would have hassled the Norwegian even if what he'd said were true. "And nobodies would looks good with dat stupid moustache," he muttered once they'd broken the kiss. He took a moment to rinse his hair a final time, then Toki's, wondering why Toki's opinion about his appearance even mattered to him. Toki didn't secretly think he looked like a lady, did he? Since only ladies would look weird with facial hair...
He tossed a towel at his bandmate after turning off the shower, and started drying off with his own while heading into the bedroom. As he crawled back onto the bed, he said, "Little water won'ts hurt nothings." Especially compared with what they usually got on his sheets -- but at least the house elves were good about cleaning everything daily. Once he felt dry enough, he set his towel aside and sat back against the pillows, legs crossed at the ankle, waiting for Toki to join him. He was seated near enough to the bedside table he'd only have to reach over to get anything they'd be needing, if Toki hadn't changed his mind about wanting to be fucked. "How ams yous thinkings you wants to fuck, anysway?" he asked, idly combing through his hair with his fingers. "Yous can bes on de top, de bottom, facings me or aways, on yours hands and knees, on yours side... You knows, pretties much any way yous want. Deys all probably feels a bits different."