Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

Of anything, Kazuye wasn??t expecting for Sinclair to actually make a comment about his hair, most of the guys he knew would just blink and nod. But still, you could look almost anywhere on the net now, there were enough guys to rival girls in style and fashion. Still, of anyone, he wouldn??t have expected his brother to care how he wore his hair. If he asked, he got that slight feeling that the thought of ??fag?? running through the person??s mind. They might have, might not, but he got that prickle every time in inquired about his hair to someone that wasn??t his close friend they were used to his questions, though they were infrequent. But still, if you were going to wear your hair, might as well make it look nice, no? He had tried a few styles out before, spending hours in front of the mirror, his hands in his hair. It wasn??t to say that he had his fair share if mishaps before in the beginning, he had held burned his hair with the hair straightener . Needless to say, that wasn??t fun at all, and the smell. Ugh? ??Eh?? He was surprised, as the older male was suddenly behind him, his words bring confusion. That wasn??t exactly supposed to have been answered, just thinking aloud, but the teen didn??t move, the hair band slowly being removed from his hair. He was gentle, unlike some people who would rip the tie right out taking strands of hair with it. Why did he carry so many hair ties around anyways? Did he used to wear his hair long? So many questions buzzed on his lips, but he kept silent, the fingers that ran through his hair were soothing. His muscles relaxed, as his eyes closed, it felt so?nice. Sinclair knowing how to do this?? A surprise, but it was a pleasant surprise at least. If he was a cat, he might have started to purr, but?That would have been embarrassing to admit that it had felt pleasant. He even made sure not to tie the ponytail too tight, a bad habit that even some of the girls did when they did his hair on a whim. Careful?This was how he remembered his brother when they were little the one who pulled him to his feet when he fell, scraping his legs on the cement, soothing him through his tears. Not the person who had snapped at him when they meet. Maybe, maybe somewhere, he still remembered. The sudden declaration made him snap out of his thoughts, Kazuye??s head turning around to look at Sinclair, blinking. Wow, he was good at this. But it was slightly strange to see things out of two eyes, instead of one. ??Nope. Not at all. Thanks!? He gave him a smile, his head following his movements, the small grin growing larger as he spotted the on the other??s face. But his next words made him blink in shock. ??Cute?? He echoed, raising an eyebrow, but was interrupted by a familiar voice. ???Asia?? He inquired, but the way his brother tensed up, the female might have been pushing against his back, or at least a part of her. ??I??m not cute.? Well, weird interjection, but still, had to get it out. Kazuye did not think he was cute. But still, he was sure it went unnoticed, Asia being?Ah, overly friendly. He could be frank, she did seem like the type that was touchy feely, but still?The way she dressed. His ears were slight pink, blinking sharply. Were they?lovers? Or something? Somehow, a faint pang of jealousy shot through his chest, as Kazuye watched them. Where did that come from? The nuzzling didn??t help either, but his head tilted to the side, as Sinclair more or less agreed to help out. He didn??t seem like the type to do such a thing. But he was dragged back into the kitchen. Vegetables? Kazuye washed his hands, taking a moment to look around, drying his hands on a hand towel, having spotted where Asia had grabbed her??s. Lenne?Was the quiet girl? Ms. Himura??s assistant? Ya, that was her, the timid, soft-spoken one. He watched as Sinclair got two knifes, the blades winking in the kitchen light, as he accepted his own. As Sinclair seemed to have started to peel onions, he grabbed a tomato, before cutting it up, dicing them. He was watching his brother out of the corner of his eyes, distracted, that on his fourth tomato, he hissed, dropping the knife on the cutting board. ??Ow!? Ouch. He had sliced open his palm. Quickly stepping away from the food to not contaminate them, Kazuye??s face half winced. Careless, careless. He was usually much better with the knife, having helped his mother prepare dinner before. ??Lenne, do you have a tissue I could use?? But what was most embarrassing, was that he had been watching Sinclair when he had hurt himself, stupid, stupid, stupid! A faint blush on his face, a small sign of his shame. True. Wonder if that makes their hair flammable or something. listu