thefarshore | Heaven's BBS

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[ And that's really all he can send because gosh, really? This counted as being awesome? But hey, if a friend of his needed a hand... and apparently really wanted some porn, why was he to say no?

He does knock though and waits for Bandou to say it's okay to come in.

Just in case.]

[ ooc: mainly because you KNOW bandou would complain about it to eno, and idk yet what's gonna happen in that thread to reference it. ]

[ Yes Eno, thank you for knocking. Later on he's gonna get the shit scared out of him by both Niles and Kane-san barging into his room so not having a heart attack now would be good.

And a few seconds after that knock he can hear a 'Yeah?' from inside the room. Once he comes in, Bandou's laying pretty much flat on his bed, to keep the pain to a minimum. He's holding his phone up above his head, mildly entertained by some sort of phone app. ]

[ Well of course he knocks! He's trying not to be rude, gosh. He'll come in though, shutting the door behind him and bearing a large paper bag. ]

Hey. Still hurting?

[ There's a raised hand in greeting as he approaches. ]

[ He glances over to the door as Eno enters and drops his arms and phone to his side. ]

Hey. Yeah, I don't think I should've laid down this far. It's gonna be terrible sitting up again.

[ So he stays fully flat, eyeing the bag. ]

What'd you bring?

Can't you get your god to help?

[ A small sheepish smile but he does hand the bag over. ]

Here. I only got two mags. Any more and the clerk would have started giving me weird looks.

I hate bugging him. He feels bad and keeps saying sorry every two seconds.

[ Which really, Kane-san, Bandou's not mad at you for anything.

Bandou sighs a bit and peeks into the bag. There's a nod of approval before he sets it to the side. ]

Hey uh... can I ask you a weird...favor?

He sounds like a pretty decent god to be working under. I mean... he isn't lording it over you or anything.

[ There's a pause at the question though. ]

...I'm not going to jerk you off.

[ Because clearly, you bring a dude who can barely move some porn, what other conclusion are you supposed to come to?! ]

[ Bandou sputters and nearly chokes on his own saliva at that comment! He attempts to scoot back and away from Eno, but quickly drops that attempt when his abdomen seizes up in pain.]

Wh-what?! ...ow...

[ He winces, covering his stomach before looking back up to Eno with a 'wtf' look on his face. ]

W... what kind of conclusion was I supposed to draw?! I brought you porn and then you go and say you've got a weird fa--

[ He's just as red and it stops a moment when he realizes that little comment of his just caused his friend to jerk back. ]

Hey... easy... sorry... you okay?

[ And gently helping him straighten up. Whoops. ]

Why the hell would I ask you that?!

[ Seriously, Eno. The two things didn't have to relate. Why was that the first thing you thought of?!

But dispite the awkward blush that's still painting his face, he welcomes Eno's help in sitting up. And when he's finally upright again, he relaxes back against the pillows Kane-san had propped up behind him earlier. ]

Yeah...kind of.

[ There's a clearing of his throat though. His ears are just as red if it's any consolation. ]

A... anyway. What's the weird favor you need to ask me?

[ Geez, the request was weird already, but now there's this weird sexual not-quite-tension awkwardness hanging around them. Bandou's wondering it he should just say never mind and change the topic entirely. ]

I just wanted to know if...

[ AND THIS TOTALLY ISN'T MEANT IN A WEIRD SEXUAL FETISH WAY OKAY! ]

...you'd let me brush your hair??

[ Thankfully his end of the awkwardness dies down and now he's just curious. ]

My hair?

[ Def curious. ]

Uh... sure but... why all of a sudden?

I think Izuminokami-san's hair is too much for him to take care of. No way he'd cut it, though.

[ This really is such a weird request, wtf Bandou. ]

I thought I could help him with it. But I hardly even brush my own hair.

[ It's so short and never seen much so why bother? ]

[ He's... just staring a moment though. Man, that IS a weird request.

But hey, he'll reach up and tug the tie from his hair. The tie goes around his wrist before he turns his head back to Bandou. It's a little longer than it looks like when tied, reaching the middle of his back. ]

I'm not sure if my hair's as long as the kind you need.

[ Ok, but Eno agreeing so quickly is a bit of a relief. It could have gotten a lot weirder if Bandou had to plead with him to let him do it. ]

Yeah. I don't think I'm gonna be able to find someone else with hair that long.

[ Though Eno's hair is actually longer than he realized. Plus he looks so different without it tied up in that ponytail. Bandou clears his throat, looking absently around his room. ]

I uh... don't have a brush though.

[ Hey, what are friends for though right?

Sadly, he's unaware of the prettiness he has when you catch him from behind. Mid-back hair, slight frame, delicate hands... maybe that's why people keep mistaking him for a girl. It's an easy mistake to make.

He does fish in his pocket though, glancing over his shoulder as he hands over a comb. Somehow, the position of him looking over makes him look even more feminine. ]

Uh... here. I usually keep this around when I go out. Just in case.

[ Bandou slowly takes the comb from Eno, his gaze a bit too transfixed on that little glance he got. He realizes what he's doing and clears his throat awkwardly. ]

Can you uh... maybe sit closer?

[ He indicates the space in front of him that totally isn't his lap. He can't move very well, okay! ]

Sure.

[ He does glance aside though, noticing the way he was looking back and that gets him to clear his throat in turn.

And he's just... gonna scoot over too. Close but not too close. ]

[ There's a bit of a hiss as Bandou still attempts to sit himself up further. But once he's as comfortable as he's gonna get, he takes a moment to just stare at the back of Eno's head.

Okay, combing hair shouldn't be a difficult task but Bandou seems like he's thinking way too much about how to even start this.]

[ Scooting a bit closer, choosing to lean back slightly instead once he hears that hiss. Again, he glances over his shoulder slightly. ]

You okay? Don't move around too much. Just... tell me if I should get closer.

That's fine. Uh...

[ Bandou puts one of his hands on the underside of Eno's hair, lifting it slightly. He hesitates for a bit longer but finally attempt to rake the comb through...and despite having to knots to begin with, the comb quickly gets stuck. ]

Ah shit...

[ He's sitting still for the most part. It's a little different having someone else comb your hair so please pardon the smallest flush that's coming to him because so far, Bandou's doing a pretty good job but-- ]

ow

[ He doesn't mean for it to come out but it does. ]

It's okay. Just... take it slow. You don't have to force it out. You've got to go slower when it gets stuck like that.

[ ...well that sounds misleadingly filthy... ]

Damnit...

[ Bandou doesn't even notice the phrasing on that one, since he's concentrating on doing a good job of this.

Attempting to be gentler, he slowly untangles the comb from that spot in Eno's hair and instead, uses his fingers to try and separate the individual hairs. ]

Does that still hurt?

It's okay. It's your first time working with something this long, huh?

[ There's a small wince and a soft chuckle. It's kind of sweet that Bandou's trying to do this for his god. ]

It doesn't hurt though. Just at first when it snags. If that happens, you're probably better off working with your fingers a little like that before getting back in.

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