"Oof!" Tal didn't usually mind supporting his friends, but this was taking things a little too far! He barely braced himself from getting pushed back underwater as Hotaru righted herself, but her laughter was so rare and sounded so good he couldn't bring himself to even pretend to complain - for once. It was all he could do to hold his mock-pout until she poked him and he deflated like a punctured balloon, a single laugh slipping out before he clapped his hand over his mouth to try and stifle the betraying humor.
"Mort save me!" he begged, clutching at his 'wounded' chest dramatically. "An' I dunno if it's a win for you if we both lost!" Conveniently forgetting that he'd hit the water first, if only by a second. "But if y'wanted a haircut, y'only had t'ask." He sheathed his own Dagger and reached up to run his hands through his hair, pushing the shaggy, dripping mass back out of his eyes with a preening shake. "I'm pretty good at cuttin' my own. Yours'd be easy!" What could possibly go wrong?
"Mort save me!" he begged, clutching at his 'wounded' chest dramatically. "An' I dunno if it's a win for you if we both lost!" Conveniently forgetting that he'd hit the water first, if only by a second. "But if y'wanted a haircut, y'only had t'ask." He sheathed his own Dagger and reached up to run his hands through his hair, pushing the shaggy, dripping mass back out of his eyes with a preening shake. "I'm pretty good at cuttin' my own. Yours'd be easy!" What could possibly go wrong?
