[ surely it comes as no surprise to olivine that tseng struggles to accept gestures of kindness given without reason. the fact that olivine has been so warm and thoughtful with him and that tseng has no way to return it except to thank him is... well, it chafes against tseng's understanding of his own role in others' lives.
the offer to be told about the holidays of olivine's world is therefore welcome, in that it gives tseng something else to think about. ]
If you don't mind, [ he says. ] Religion was eradicated from my world some years before my birth, so I have very little context for holidays in general.
[ olivine's priesthood is fascinating for the same reason, actually. ]
[Olivine would probably just say that it evens out with the gifts Tseng has already given him in the past. but at his agreement, and as he settles down to sit near the other, he nods.]
Not at all. I'm happy to answer any questions you may have to the best of my ability, too. In Klein, the church has rather strong ties to the royal families of the Light Territory, but their influence varies wildly outside of there and the Water Territory.
Ah, although—would you like to know all of the holidays, or just the ones with a gift giving component?
[ tseng isn't necessarily averse to hearing about all of them, but before he decides, something about the way olivine phrases it prompts him to ask one question: ]
[his giggle doesn't really make the answer any more obvious in itself, but he shakes his head lightly.]
Not all that many, as far as ones celebrated by the church and its direct allies—perhaps five or six regularly celebrated by the people as a whole. I'm sure there are many, many more if you include the other territories, but of those, most of them I've only read about anyway. I just wasn't sure if you would be interested in the rest.
[given the relative why of what he wants to know right now.]
[ whew. tseng was for a second scared he was about to lock himself into a multi-hour explanation of one hundred different holidays or something. five or six feels... more reasonable, at least in light of his experience here, although still quite a lot compared to what would be celebrated in midgar. ]
I confess I'm less interested in the other territories of your world than I am in you, [ tseng says, frankly. ] Let's start with those five or six, then.
[ like, it's intellectually interesting to him to know that there are different regions of olivine's world that are ruled by different elements or whatever, but only because it's a part of the context from which olivine comes. ]
Well, I'm flattered to hear that much. [he's always appreciated how frank Tseng is. curt but not uncaring.] Of course.
[lacing his fingers together lightly, he considers what order to actually tell them in. chronological enough, he supposes.]
Then, to start with the current one, Kleinmas is a holiday that developed out of a handful of facts in the Water Territory. Namely, it happens around the time that the Holy Ark was said to be sent down with God's children, and it coincides with the time when rivers freeze. So, we began using the time spent repairing boats as a way to share our harvests and thanks among each other. It also coincides with our wintertime ceremonies, but that's more of a celebration than anything else.
Soon after, there's the celebration of the new year, which is mostly celebrated as a sort of festival, with a fireworks showing during the night.
[he pauses here then, both to give him time to digest and to ask any questions he may have right now.]
[ there's something so endearing about olivine's obvious enjoyment in talking about these things, anthropological, historical observations. it makes tseng smile slightly as he leans an elbow against the back of the couch, propping himself comfortably against the cushions so he can pay proper attention to olivine's explanation. definitely the explanation, and not just how cute olivine is.
okay, no, he does actually listen, and finds that the explanation is more or less in line with... well, if not the exact fact pattern of the holiday tseng has learned is called "christmas," then at least with the broad strokes of it. something something god, something something winter, something something gifts. ]
It seems that for many people in this place, holidays are somewhat seasonal, [ tseng observes. ] It sounds like this is true for Klein as well?
[ both a question of curiosity, and a natural segue for olivine to continue! ]
[truthfully, Olivine is largely oblivious to the way Tseng observes, at least beyond that he is indeed paying attention. he does smile whenever their gazes meet while he speaks, nodding agreement with Tseng's observation.]
Mm, Eiden mentioned as much when I first explained Kleinmas to him. They evidently have a similar holiday around the same time where he came from. [a soft laugh escapes him then, hand resting on his chest.] Many of our holidays are indeed around the turns of the seasons, though not all of them. Over the last few years, for example, we've begun celebrating "White Day," thanks to Eiden. He said in his world it's related to another holiday where people exchange chocolates—something similar to that happened here in the second month or so—where those gifted share chocolates in turn, a month or so later.
Beyond that, we have a few celebrations for the turning of seasons, and the Idol Fest in the summer. Though, I've only participated in that once, hehe.
I'm not familiar, [ which is true. tseng became familiar with valentine's day during the month of his arrival, but he never did get introduced to white day as a concept. ] Eiden must have an impressive influence on your world, to create a new holiday that way.
[ why people would need a holiday specifically for gifting chocolate is somewhat beyond tseng, of course... but far be it from him to denigrate another world's holidays! ]
Hehe. I think it was more Aster's business mind than Eiden's actual influence... ah, Aster is a vampire, and one of the other clan members like myself.
[has... has he talked about being a clan member? oh well. he can answer if Tseng asks now.]
Idol Fest is a music festival. Originally, only occupants of the Light Territory were allowed to participate, but now, anyone can form a group to perform for the people.
[ he has indeed talked about being a clan member, all the way back at their first date in june—although at the time, tseng hadn't really had much context for it, but now after having shared more conversations with olivine he thinks he has a fuller picture of both the roles of the clan members and the extent of the grand sorcerer's influence. ]
And you joined in to perform?
[ that's a cute image, olivine in a group up on stage dancing and singing for people. it suits him in a way, both his lovely image and his desire to help and entertain. ]
Yes—although it had some to do with helping our friend, I have to admit. The prize money would help his grandparents and their little village.
[it's clearly a very fond memory for him, and he dips his head a little at Tseng's imagining.]
Really? Ah, that reminds me, actually—I have the outfit that Eiden made for me, if you'd like to see it. It was delivered here on my birthday, along with my formal priest's robes.
[ as if tseng would ever say no to seeing olivine all dolled up. or even to just seeing the outfit, if what olivine intends is to show the garment without wearing it.
he nods, his interest piqued. ]
If it's not too much trouble to show me, I would like to see it.
[ he's equally curious about the priest robes, too, but it doesn't feel right to put olivine out that much and ask him to show both. ]
It's no trouble at all. It's easy to switch between them, especially since I'll be showing off the lingerie in the first place... and I'm happy to show you anything you like, you know.
[therefore, it's not inconvenient at all. in fact, one might think he wants to show off for Tseng.
But it isn't long before their tea and snacks are finished, and as he sets his empty cup down, Olivine reaches forward for the gift still resting on the table. Fingers trace over the surface of it briefly before the priest places it before his guest.]
Then, if you're ready, I'd love for you to open your other gift.
[ frankly, tseng had let the thought of another gift slip from his mind entirely, far more focused on spending time with olivine. now that it's drawn back to his attention, he remembers that olivine said there was another gift for him—one he accepts with a wry smile, reminded again of how his own world's total absence of religion has come back to bite him. ]
Thank you.
[ tseng picks it up, turns it briefly between his hands to admire the wrapping, and then carefully unwraps it piece by piece without tearing either the ribbon or the paper. it would feel rude, even if the point of wrapping paper is probably to be torn. ]
You're welcome. To be honest... this is less of a seasonal gift, since we spoke of it some time ago. But I finally finished it recently, so...
["it" is an simple, black claw clip. its body is adorned with a silvery snake, twining across both sides and curling at the top as if nesting in place. a few long strands of clear fiber hang from the bottom, beaded intermittently to create an understated shimmer where they dangle.]
I thought a claw style would be best, since you said you weren't used to using them, and these have some of the most versatile options.
[ they had talked about hair adornments a long time ago, but tseng hadn't truly expected that olivine would put so much effort in to making one for him. for a moment he doesn't know what to say, feeling briefly overwhelmed by the idea that olivine cares enough about him to put in this kind of work, then briefly foolish for being overwhelmed, because surely this level of care for others is commonplace for someone as lovely as olivine. ]
It's beautiful, [ tseng says, which is true. ] Olivine, really... thank you.
[ he turns it over in his hands, admiring the silver detailing and the beaded accents, and then smiles as he looks up at the other man. not his usual small, restrained smile, but something warmer and more genuine, an expression rarely seen on tseng's face. ]
Modeled after my tattoo? [ the snake on his forearm, twining through the shapes of diamonds. ] Or do snakes just remind you of me in some way?
[seeing that smile, rare and genuine, nearly brings a shimmer to his eyes. Olivine loves the restrained smiles Tseng gives too, but this... well, it looks good on him, after all. His own, in turn, is brimming with contentment and happiness, a soft, almost embarrassed laugh on his lips at the question.]
To be honest, I wasn't thinking about your tattoo at all. [leaning forward a little, he inclines his head thoughtfully.] You do remind me of snakes. Though they're often feared, they're regal creatures—methodical, tenacious, and often protective. I think they're beautiful.
[after another moment, he reaches to brush fingers over Tseng's fingers, gently.]
Would you like me to help you put it on now? That way you have an idea of ways to use it.
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[ there is something... almost unbearably intimate about the prospect of allowing olivine to handle his hair. it touches some nearly-forgotten cultural norm that tseng has grown up and away from over the course of his life, the same belief that keeps tseng growing his hair and never letting it be cut. but he trusts olivine, cares for him deeply, and so despite the strangeness of the feeling tseng nods once and offers the clip back to olivine's care. ]
That would be nice. [ he pauses, then turns slightly to turn his back to olivine. (not that olivine would know it, but for a turk to willingly show their back is as obvious a sign of trust as one could ask for.) ] Do you need me to take it down?
[ from its usual half-up style, that is, which tseng wears habitually and is wearing today.
after a moment, he adds, ] I haven't let anyone else touch my hair since I was a child.
[he doesn't know the depths of it, but their conversations have given him an idea of just how much Tseng values control and safety. it doesn't feel as bombastic a reaction as it could, sure, but he's glad to be trusted so.]
That would be perfect.
[setting the clip down beside him for the moment as he takes his hair down, he pauses as the Turk reveals that reality. that only makes it a more momentous thing, wildly world-shaking.]
I'll treat it with the utmost respect. Were we home, I would ask my little sister for her candid opinion to ease your mind.
[he doesn't need to ease the other's mind and he knows it. but he does know how to handle hair, quite delicately in fact. once Tseng has freed it, long fingers reach to thread through the locks, feeling over the strands to decide how to treat it.]
Do you prefer it to be half-down? We can easily do that or all up, in quite a few configurations. I think you would also look good with it braided across here, [he offers, drawing one finger from his ear and around to the center,] and otherwise left loose. Though, that one is much easier with extra hands compared to many others.
[ the reassurance isn't necessary, but it does make tseng chuckle. he would shake his head, but he doesn't want to dislodge olivine's hands from it. ]
I trust your judgment. [ but he does reach out a hand behind him and slightly to the side to rest briefly on olivine's knee. ] Although if your sister has better taste in hair decorations than you, I trust her taste even more.
[ the gentle touches are oddly soothing, although unfamiliar. tseng's hair is thick and smooth and falls easily through olivine's fingers, a fact he's always been grateful for as it makes it easy to style. ]
You can do whatever you think would suit the clip best, [ tseng says. ] I do braid it myself, though, when I'm training—so at least I know how.
[a hand rests on his knee, earning Tseng another soft smile.] Well, she certainly keeps her hair longer than I usually do. It's rare that I got a chance to style it for her, but she seemed to like it when I did.
[the response on the subject of actual styling pulls a soft laugh from him, and he separates the hair at... well, about the same area it had been before. the bottom is swept over Tseng's shoulder and out of the way first.]
I think there are many ways that suit it. But since we're here, let me spoil you a little. [his words are playful, moments before halving the upper portion of Tseng's hair to plait against his crown.] It takes a little longer to do it this way, but I think it's wonderful for this. As if the snake were cradling the hair, ideally.
[which is to say, when he reaches the center of Tseng's hair, his hands shift to hold that half steady and do the same to the other, meeting in the middle where he can marry the two together. a singular loop through the part to keep it all steady, held while he gathers the taller man's unbound hair to draw back behind him. then he reaches for the clip to position it over that loop, closing snugly and gathering the unbraided part to let those suspended beads shimmer amid it.]
[ as olivine's fingers find their way through and into tseng's hair, he stays still, not wanting to pull or tug or inconvenience olivine in the least. it feels good, tseng finds, the slight tension at his scalp, the sensation of someone else's hands running through long strands of hair—when he ties his own, or washes it, he does so with methodical efficiency and no appreciation for the indulgence of it. not so, when it's olivine spoiling him.
when he feels the clip close around his hair, tseng stays still for another moment, then shifts slightly to make the beads twitch and shimmer amongst the dark fall of his hair. he can hear the whisper-soft shift of them just barely, and it makes him smile as he reaches up to touch the edge of the clip. ]
I'll need to find a mirror I can see it with, [ he says. the only mirror he has is the one in the bathroom, but tseng is sure he can figure something out to allow himself a glimpse at olivine's handiwork. ] Thank you, that was... nice. I enjoyed it. And I'm sure it looks wonderful.
[ now he can finally turn back to face olivine again, offering him a small but sincere smile before he leans in to kiss olivine lightly on the mouth. ]
[that smile, Olivine thinks, is worth any struggle. it makes him respond in turn, soft and warm. not that that's unusual for him, but well, it still makes him happy anyway.]
Mm, we can use the full-length one in my room. I have a hand-mirror as well, so you can see it. And I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think I'm a bit biased in thinking it looks good—
[oh. that little kiss is returned easily, Olivine leaning up a little and laughing softly as they break away. a hand reaches, once again, for Tseng's.]
Shall we head to the bedroom? You can see your hair while I get the outfits to show off.
[ there's something so easy about the way olivine gives and receives affection, as though it's as natural to him as breathing. tseng finds it astonishing, wonderful, that he feels so at ease leaning over to kiss olivine or having olivine reach out to touch his hand—as though something about olivine's comfort gives tseng permission to be comfortable as well.
he folds their hands together and nods, feeling once again the subtle swing of beads brushing through his hair. ]
Yes, let's.
[ it's olivine's house, so tseng is happy to let olivine lead the way. he follows close behind, though, admiring as he goes until they reach the bedroom, where tseng is quick to identify the full-length mirror olivine intends him to use. honestly, he's quite a bit more interested in seeing the aforementioned outfits... but he does also want to fully appreciate the work olivine has done on his hair, so he manages to restrain his eagerness. ]
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the offer to be told about the holidays of olivine's world is therefore welcome, in that it gives tseng something else to think about. ]
If you don't mind, [ he says. ] Religion was eradicated from my world some years before my birth, so I have very little context for holidays in general.
[ olivine's priesthood is fascinating for the same reason, actually. ]
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Not at all. I'm happy to answer any questions you may have to the best of my ability, too. In Klein, the church has rather strong ties to the royal families of the Light Territory, but their influence varies wildly outside of there and the Water Territory.
Ah, although—would you like to know all of the holidays, or just the ones with a gift giving component?
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...How many are there?
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Not all that many, as far as ones celebrated by the church and its direct allies—perhaps five or six regularly celebrated by the people as a whole. I'm sure there are many, many more if you include the other territories, but of those, most of them I've only read about anyway. I just wasn't sure if you would be interested in the rest.
[given the relative why of what he wants to know right now.]
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I confess I'm less interested in the other territories of your world than I am in you, [ tseng says, frankly. ] Let's start with those five or six, then.
[ like, it's intellectually interesting to him to know that there are different regions of olivine's world that are ruled by different elements or whatever, but only because it's a part of the context from which olivine comes. ]
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[lacing his fingers together lightly, he considers what order to actually tell them in. chronological enough, he supposes.]
Then, to start with the current one, Kleinmas is a holiday that developed out of a handful of facts in the Water Territory. Namely, it happens around the time that the Holy Ark was said to be sent down with God's children, and it coincides with the time when rivers freeze. So, we began using the time spent repairing boats as a way to share our harvests and thanks among each other. It also coincides with our wintertime ceremonies, but that's more of a celebration than anything else.
Soon after, there's the celebration of the new year, which is mostly celebrated as a sort of festival, with a fireworks showing during the night.
[he pauses here then, both to give him time to digest and to ask any questions he may have right now.]
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okay, no, he does actually listen, and finds that the explanation is more or less in line with... well, if not the exact fact pattern of the holiday tseng has learned is called "christmas," then at least with the broad strokes of it. something something god, something something winter, something something gifts. ]
It seems that for many people in this place, holidays are somewhat seasonal, [ tseng observes. ] It sounds like this is true for Klein as well?
[ both a question of curiosity, and a natural segue for olivine to continue! ]
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Mm, Eiden mentioned as much when I first explained Kleinmas to him. They evidently have a similar holiday around the same time where he came from. [a soft laugh escapes him then, hand resting on his chest.] Many of our holidays are indeed around the turns of the seasons, though not all of them. Over the last few years, for example, we've begun celebrating "White Day," thanks to Eiden. He said in his world it's related to another holiday where people exchange chocolates—something similar to that happened here in the second month or so—where those gifted share chocolates in turn, a month or so later.
Beyond that, we have a few celebrations for the turning of seasons, and the Idol Fest in the summer. Though, I've only participated in that once, hehe.
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[ why people would need a holiday specifically for gifting chocolate is somewhat beyond tseng, of course... but far be it from him to denigrate another world's holidays! ]
What happens during Idol Fest?
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[has... has he talked about being a clan member? oh well. he can answer if Tseng asks now.]
Idol Fest is a music festival. Originally, only occupants of the Light Territory were allowed to participate, but now, anyone can form a group to perform for the people.
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And you joined in to perform?
[ that's a cute image, olivine in a group up on stage dancing and singing for people. it suits him in a way, both his lovely image and his desire to help and entertain. ]
I can imagine it now.
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[it's clearly a very fond memory for him, and he dips his head a little at Tseng's imagining.]
Really? Ah, that reminds me, actually—I have the outfit that Eiden made for me, if you'd like to see it. It was delivered here on my birthday, along with my formal priest's robes.
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he nods, his interest piqued. ]
If it's not too much trouble to show me, I would like to see it.
[ he's equally curious about the priest robes, too, but it doesn't feel right to put olivine out that much and ask him to show both. ]
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[therefore, it's not inconvenient at all. in fact, one might think he wants to show off for Tseng.
But it isn't long before their tea and snacks are finished, and as he sets his empty cup down, Olivine reaches forward for the gift still resting on the table. Fingers trace over the surface of it briefly before the priest places it before his guest.]
Then, if you're ready, I'd love for you to open your other gift.
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Thank you.
[ tseng picks it up, turns it briefly between his hands to admire the wrapping, and then carefully unwraps it piece by piece without tearing either the ribbon or the paper. it would feel rude, even if the point of wrapping paper is probably to be torn. ]
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["it" is an simple, black claw clip. its body is adorned with a silvery snake, twining across both sides and curling at the top as if nesting in place. a few long strands of clear fiber hang from the bottom, beaded intermittently to create an understated shimmer where they dangle.]
I thought a claw style would be best, since you said you weren't used to using them, and these have some of the most versatile options.
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It's beautiful, [ tseng says, which is true. ] Olivine, really... thank you.
[ he turns it over in his hands, admiring the silver detailing and the beaded accents, and then smiles as he looks up at the other man. not his usual small, restrained smile, but something warmer and more genuine, an expression rarely seen on tseng's face. ]
Modeled after my tattoo? [ the snake on his forearm, twining through the shapes of diamonds. ] Or do snakes just remind you of me in some way?
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[seeing that smile, rare and genuine, nearly brings a shimmer to his eyes. Olivine loves the restrained smiles Tseng gives too, but this... well, it looks good on him, after all. His own, in turn, is brimming with contentment and happiness, a soft, almost embarrassed laugh on his lips at the question.]
To be honest, I wasn't thinking about your tattoo at all. [leaning forward a little, he inclines his head thoughtfully.] You do remind me of snakes. Though they're often feared, they're regal creatures—methodical, tenacious, and often protective. I think they're beautiful.
[after another moment, he reaches to brush fingers over Tseng's fingers, gently.]
Would you like me to help you put it on now? That way you have an idea of ways to use it.
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That would be nice. [ he pauses, then turns slightly to turn his back to olivine. (not that olivine would know it, but for a turk to willingly show their back is as obvious a sign of trust as one could ask for.) ] Do you need me to take it down?
[ from its usual half-up style, that is, which tseng wears habitually and is wearing today.
after a moment, he adds, ] I haven't let anyone else touch my hair since I was a child.
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That would be perfect.
[setting the clip down beside him for the moment as he takes his hair down, he pauses as the Turk reveals that reality. that only makes it a more momentous thing, wildly world-shaking.]
I'll treat it with the utmost respect. Were we home, I would ask my little sister for her candid opinion to ease your mind.
[he doesn't need to ease the other's mind and he knows it. but he does know how to handle hair, quite delicately in fact. once Tseng has freed it, long fingers reach to thread through the locks, feeling over the strands to decide how to treat it.]
Do you prefer it to be half-down? We can easily do that or all up, in quite a few configurations. I think you would also look good with it braided across here, [he offers, drawing one finger from his ear and around to the center,] and otherwise left loose. Though, that one is much easier with extra hands compared to many others.
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I trust your judgment. [ but he does reach out a hand behind him and slightly to the side to rest briefly on olivine's knee. ] Although if your sister has better taste in hair decorations than you, I trust her taste even more.
[ the gentle touches are oddly soothing, although unfamiliar. tseng's hair is thick and smooth and falls easily through olivine's fingers, a fact he's always been grateful for as it makes it easy to style. ]
You can do whatever you think would suit the clip best, [ tseng says. ] I do braid it myself, though, when I'm training—so at least I know how.
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[the response on the subject of actual styling pulls a soft laugh from him, and he separates the hair at... well, about the same area it had been before. the bottom is swept over Tseng's shoulder and out of the way first.]
I think there are many ways that suit it. But since we're here, let me spoil you a little. [his words are playful, moments before halving the upper portion of Tseng's hair to plait against his crown.] It takes a little longer to do it this way, but I think it's wonderful for this. As if the snake were cradling the hair, ideally.
[which is to say, when he reaches the center of Tseng's hair, his hands shift to hold that half steady and do the same to the other, meeting in the middle where he can marry the two together. a singular loop through the part to keep it all steady, held while he gathers the taller man's unbound hair to draw back behind him. then he reaches for the clip to position it over that loop, closing snugly and gathering the unbraided part to let those suspended beads shimmer amid it.]
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when he feels the clip close around his hair, tseng stays still for another moment, then shifts slightly to make the beads twitch and shimmer amongst the dark fall of his hair. he can hear the whisper-soft shift of them just barely, and it makes him smile as he reaches up to touch the edge of the clip. ]
I'll need to find a mirror I can see it with, [ he says. the only mirror he has is the one in the bathroom, but tseng is sure he can figure something out to allow himself a glimpse at olivine's handiwork. ] Thank you, that was... nice. I enjoyed it. And I'm sure it looks wonderful.
[ now he can finally turn back to face olivine again, offering him a small but sincere smile before he leans in to kiss olivine lightly on the mouth. ]
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Mm, we can use the full-length one in my room. I have a hand-mirror as well, so you can see it. And I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think I'm a bit biased in thinking it looks good—
[oh. that little kiss is returned easily, Olivine leaning up a little and laughing softly as they break away. a hand reaches, once again, for Tseng's.]
Shall we head to the bedroom? You can see your hair while I get the outfits to show off.
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he folds their hands together and nods, feeling once again the subtle swing of beads brushing through his hair. ]
Yes, let's.
[ it's olivine's house, so tseng is happy to let olivine lead the way. he follows close behind, though, admiring as he goes until they reach the bedroom, where tseng is quick to identify the full-length mirror olivine intends him to use. honestly, he's quite a bit more interested in seeing the aforementioned outfits... but he does also want to fully appreciate the work olivine has done on his hair, so he manages to restrain his eagerness. ]
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