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Characters: trolls, trolls, trolls!
Location: up on the island
Time: dusk
Style: mingle! post a thread and play amongst yourselves!
Status: ~~inevitably murdering my inbox and making me cry~~

[ Twilight fades into the darkness of evening, and a whole gaggle of trolls are up on the island to camp out for one very big reason.

One big, angry, honking reason.

But general terror of the Grand Highblood aside, they're still fairly functional in-so-much as trolls ever are. And that's where the shenanigans come in. ]

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[He nods. It is only hair! It does all like to grow back.]

Aight.

[He weighs the knife in his hand, looking at her hair. That sure is a lot of hair!]

Uh, like where would you all be cool for me putting this mother in?

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Oh, here!

[ Out comes the hair ties, putting her hair in a ponytail up near the top of her head then another one a few inches down. Turning her back to him, she pulls her hair taught. ]

Right in the middle!

Ok.

[He reaches over to prod her hair for a moment, getting a good feel to the to cut place... okay and maybe getting distracted for a moment or two just stroking it, it is so motherfuckin' soft, before he snaps to attention again, setting the knife down against her hair.

He gives her a few moments to give any further adjustments or to tell him to stop, but when that does not come, he moves quick, slicing off what seems to be a metric ton of hair with the fillet knife.]

[ Feferi? Nervous? That isn't even a thing. The leftover hair tie falls out and into the water, and as far as hair cuts go, it isn't very even. But she's far more enthralled with reaching up to feel just how short her hair really is. ]

It's... so light! Oh wow!

[ Just look at that face. Look at it! ]

[He will do more than just look at that face! Gamzee also immediately reaches out to pat along her hair, feeling it slip through his fingers. Yep, sure isn't very even. Sure also isn't something Gamzee cares about.]

Woah, fuck, it is all like I got myself a whole fuckin' new sister here.

With all that extra hair, you probably could make a whole new me. Here, can I have it?

[ She holds out her hands expectantly... Feferi what do you need with a bushel of your own hair? ]

Sure.

[He happily hands over the metric ton of hair he just cut off, before he runs a hand through his own hair. Way to go, Feferi. Now you got him wondering. Don't you know what happens when Gamzee thinks!]

[ She captchalogues it gently, for later use. But oh god, Gamzee, don't hurt yourself! ]

What's that look for?

Just got my fuckin' reminder on for the fuckin' fact here that a brother hasn't all cut his do since...

[Since when, man? Hmm.

oh. right.]

Since, you know, the ol' Goat--

[He motions a little with a shrug. She understands, right?]

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Yeah...

[ That's so sad!! No sads, only happies right now! ]

Would you like me to do the honors?

I would be all sorts of fuckin' pleased with that being.

[Hey, how often do you get a haircut from a princess?

He lowers his head (a lot) smiling at her.]

Go for it.

[ Without hesitation, she goes to town with the knife! It's not the most useful implement for hair cutting, but it ges the job done anyway, shearing off tufts at a time. It'll need a proper clean up later, but who cares? This is fun. ]

[who cares about a proper trim later, this is fun! Gamzee tries to keep as still as he can, though he can't help but laugh a little as bits and pieces of his hair start dropping all around him, slipping down the collar of his shirt to tickle against his back.]

Hold still, I don't want to hurt you!

[ Finally she pulls back, her hands covered in shed hair, admiring her handiwork. ]

[He tries to hold still. Wouldn't want her to nick one of those snazzy big ears of his.

When she pulls back, he straightens up, running his hands through his hair, his expression going from curious into utterly delighted in under a few moments.]

Hot damn.

[ Feigning a gasp! ]

Who are you and what did you do with Gamzee??

Fuck, it ain't all that bad, right?

[Right???

God, he needs to check this. He opens up his sylladex with a blinding flash of colour, poking around --and empty bottle of faygo goes flying over their heads but them's the miracle breaks-- before he finally manages to withdraw a small hand mirror. Hey, a brother needs his mirror to fix his face in, okay.

He peers at himself in it, his eyes just going wider.]

Woah.

[Okay, it was that bad! Who was this stranger looking back at him in the mirror?]

It looks great!

[ She washes her hands off in the water and works at shortening the front of her hair a little more. ]

[It looks like he fought a lawn mower. Of course, it looks great.

He flips the mirror in his long fingers, holding it out in case she wants to look at herself as well.]

You too, sister. Looks real fuckin' good.

[ She's using her imagination! Once she gets it to "good enough", she puts the knife away. She can't help but stop and admire it again in the mirror though. ]

Thanks! And thanks for the help, I really feel a lot better now. And lighter! Wow, it's like I don't have to work so hard to hold my head up, you know?

Ain't no biggie, sis. And I bet. You were all in the possession of being having a whole fuckin' load of hair.

Yeah, you don't notice how much it weighs when you're underwater! How about you, is it already weird to reach up and not feel anything?

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