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“Hm. Alright then. You keep believing’ that, I guess.” The only good thing about not believing him is that at least she doesn’t have a big head about it. “A manly name for it? I would like to know the manlier version for the word bangs, that’s for sure.” Chuckling because it’s too weird, too amusing, but if he’s being honest with himself, it’s not like he can even deny it. Most men including himself sometimes are this way and would definitely have a masculine version for everything. “Wow, jokes.” Watching the way she does that with his arm propped on the tub, snorting at how dorky but cute it looks. “You do? Oh, I see it now. We ARE matching. It looks real nice.” Axl comments once his eyes land on her hair, laughing while deciding to funnily shake his head around so the layers and bangs in his hair come undone. Disheveled in the way of where he now looks like he has the untamed mane of a lion once he stops. “A hag isn’t the worst thing in the world.” Amusingly smiling, stifling a laugh. “Naaah, you’re just saying that. You and I know the truth.” Smirking to himself, a hard laugh escaping him once he tenses up when she tries to push him forward. Axl quickly steps back and grabs her wrist to guide her hand right on his butt cheek. “God, what a pervert.” Another hard escapes him before he lets her hand goes and plops down on the ledge of the tub, his head tossed back in laughter. Having way too much fun with this.
And she will keep believing that — is too modest and too self conscious of the way she looks to even believe that to be remotely true. Thinks the fact that she’s clearly the odd one out amongst her supermodel squadron of friends is telling enough. “Yeah, you know how some guys are. Maybe something like… man-bangs or a man-fringe.” Making that up as she goes with a chuckle, that’s another thing she likes. He isn’t like the rest, isn’t afraid of being groomed and presenting himself nicely and sharply, and she has always admired that about him. Its a stark contrast to her ex who barely showered, let alone enjoyed getting his hair cut and styled. It was like he was silently trying to prove something… his masculinity or whatever, but she doesn’t care anymore. “Mmh, you like that one?” She questions, lips embellished by a cheeky smirk and eyes filled with pure mirth. She feels and most likely looks like a complete dork, but that’s just the side of her he inevitably brings out. The real her. “Thank you. Yours looks real nice also.” Twirling a layered, chocolate lock of hair around her finger, a delicate giggle spills from the model the very second he begins to shake his head. “You look like a wild lion.” She tells him as she already reaches across to gently brush his bangs out of his pretty eyes so that she can see them better, an adoring grin rested upon her lips as she does so. “Well, whatever the worst thing in the world is — I look like that.” Now she’s just being extremely harsh on herself, but she really does feel this way from time to time. Especially when she’s surrounded by women who are the very embodiment of beauty on a day to day basis. Clear skin, feminine features, smooth and toned bodies that seem to maintain themselves. It’s everything she doesn’t have, in her mind at least. But after all, some days are better than others. Today is just another one of those days where she’s at her lowest, but undoubtedly, Axl is always there to lift her spirits and distract her from that negativity. “What truth? That your butt stinks and has fur on it because its a maaan butt.” Merely playing the game, the brunette stiffens up the very moment she finds her hand pressed against his ass cheek, eyes widening and somewhat of a squeal slipping from her. “No!” Arm immediately recoiling at once, Stephanie even wiping her hand against her skirt just for the effect, she pretends to gag before she’s being extra dramatic and throwing her hand into the bath water. “Stop trying to get me to touch you up, you weirdo.” Unable to look at him right now, she probably looks like a tomato as she gazes at her little boy who’s off in his own world, splashing about in the water and figuring out how it works.
“Man bangs? Man fringe?” Axl laughs, “Some probably would. But nah, they’re just some bangs. Something different I wanted.” So of course he’s not afraid to call them for what they are. “Yup.” Axl replies softly in a proud manner, poking her cheek. “A few people have told me that. Or a tiger. At first I didn’t know what to think but now it’s really cool if I think about it. Lion’s are majestic animals.” It’s a compliment to be compared to one. Smiling shyly once he goes still again and her fingers are moving the hair out of his eyes, appreciating the gesture in more ways than one. He likes the kindness but also the affection part of it. “Mhm.” He won’t give her the time of day to keep going on so negative about herself, she doesn’t like it when he does it and he doesn’t like it when she does it. “It doesn’t have fur!” Laughing at that, hard laughs escaping him when she squeals like that. “It’s not like you don’t want to. I’m just doing you a favor, honey.” Cheeks hurting he’s laughing so much, finally turning back around to sit down on the tub again. Leaning forward once he calms down a little, Axl grabs the comb from the counter, taking it and beginning to gently brush out Dylan’s hair to see how he likes it.