Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

Bullying?! Well, he'd have to find Kellen again and give him a proper talking to. Likely the father's influence; the big brute always disliked Chaucer's way of dealing with things and more often than not instructed his will counteracted his own. "Be sure I'll be speaking with him then. Picking on a young girl is no way to act, none at all! My, he's so impressionable." He lifted a hand delicately to his face and gave a little sigh. Chaucer had been worried for himself, but if what this girl said was true than Kellen was the one that may be heading for disaster! I will guide you, dear cousin, along the path of the righteous! This thought was completely interrupted, never to be seen again, when the girl followed with the words that rang poetically in his ears "your hair... it's so beautiful". He supressed the grin of pride that was welling in his chest with great difficulty, barely managing to play a reserved smirk of confidence on his thin mouth instead.

"Thank you dear, thank you. It's quite good, I know!" He padded his hair fondly before noticing the obvious distress on the girl's face. "Ah, but I have the wealth to access only the best products so I really have no excuse... Oh! I have just the thing!" From his leather satchel-that-was-not-a-purse, Chaucer took out a small spray bottle. With small rapid steps, he went up behind her and pulled her hands out of her hair -"You'll only muss it that way". He ungloved his hands and, with impressive speed, squirted a few quick spurts onto her hair, running through it with his spindley fingers. He looked up at Arya while he fussed...



"Mercy, I should say not! No, they all dress in whatever happens to be expensive at the time and displayed in a shop window. I've seen periods where they outdo myself in their dress followed immediately by periods of such modesty, it feels rather like the depression has sunk in! Such is the way of those who have no idea what drives them. It must be a sad existence." Though this may have been true, he smiled nonetheless. Chaucer, in a way, actually liked how everyone else at home dressed the same; it left less work for him to appear unique. Often a simple hat would do the trick, though he preferred a more complete ensemble when possible.

He looked down at the girl whose hair he was still working with. "La la, almost forgot about you I did! I think we're done here though, yes..." Chaucer gave a discerning stare at it for a moments before confirming with a steady nod. "In weather like this, I often have to spray myself a few times a day. Little trade secret you can put under your cap." He gave a wink that came off more effeminate than he probably intended.

Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Managing not to choke on his bacon and swallow it back, although still rather unchewed, Sabel gave Arya a small smile and nod. "How cold is the water here. Because back in Canada in the mountains the water is free---"

He blinked rapidly as Chaucer removed a spray bottle from his...err...bag. And then he stared. He simply stared at Allison and Chaucer. Why she was letting Chaucer run his fingers through her hair was beyond him. But of more interest was to why he was carying hairspray in his bag; besides that it was Chaucer and he probably sported a hairdryer in there as well. Not one to be particularly timid around his friends, Sabel latched a finger on the lip of the bag and peered in. "Gosh man. What else do you have in here? The bathroom sink?"

Originally Posted by Zieko

Allison at first thought thought Chaucer was insane and he was about to attack her with a spray-of-who-knew-what. And gave a visible flinch. When he then sprayed her hair she felt odd. No one had ever bothered with her hair since her mother, and she had to admit it felt quite nice. After having a look at Chaucer's flawless hair Allison thought herself in the best of hands. Letting herself be mussed over Allison gave a content sigh.

However there was a moment when she was sure Chaucer had wondered in thoughts when he pulled her hair enough to cause her to yelp. Looking at Sabel who looked as if she was committing a horrid crime by allowing Chaucer near her hair Allison rose an eyebrow. If Sabel didn't like it, perhaps she should ask the boy to stop? But before she could take any action Chaucer affirmed the obvious: he was finished.

Removing her served plate, she picked up the bottom silver plate and used it for a mirror. Her hair was no longer frizzy, but now silky...and her waves looks more like very wide lose curls. Not knowing whether to be happy or scared/astonished Allison placed the plate down and did what her mother would dictate, "Thank you! It's...it's quite nice. Wonderful really." She had no clue about hair or clothing so she had to guess for the best words



Allison looked at Sabel as he investigated Chaucer's purse...man purse! Bag...whatever. Grinning Allison shook her head, the idea of a bathroom sink was too much for her, although she knew that with the right magic one could shrink things into bags, purses, satchels...anything at all. Biting into her own chocolate, she gave Sabel a look of contained laughter, "Have you all started on your Astronomy homework?"

(ooc: Lawl at Allison and Arya who have now traveled into the future.)




Before either boy managed to answer Allison spit out her loved chocolate on fear of choking on it. Here was Chaucer talking about personal hygiene of a corpse and Sabel went in and said that. At this point Allison was crying in her hands of laughter.