[Five years is a long time. For most of his life, he'd kept his hair short and maintained it himself — it was only after leaving prison at the end of the war, and beginning to travel across these dimensions, that he'd stopped caring for that maintenance. So now it has begun to grow out, partially sideswept to conceal the strange color and pattern of the Rinnegan.
The gesture is touching, and he manages a soft little laugh at the words, leading the way into the bathroom now that he knows the path.]
You're the one who must get tired of washing your own hair. [Two hands or not...] But, if you want, you can do it for me now.
[Once he's turned on the lights, pleasantly backlit at the counter mirror, Sasuke begins to shuffle his shirt overhead. He's not shy this time undressing with Tseng, but he is — aware of himself, maybe.]
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The gesture is touching, and he manages a soft little laugh at the words, leading the way into the bathroom now that he knows the path.]
You're the one who must get tired of washing your own hair. [Two hands or not...] But, if you want, you can do it for me now.
[Once he's turned on the lights, pleasantly backlit at the counter mirror, Sasuke begins to shuffle his shirt overhead. He's not shy this time undressing with Tseng, but he is — aware of himself, maybe.]