@blindsoptimism ( remi & tilly )
fingers carefully and cautiously comb through his curls, sighing wistfully as she looks at them through the mirror positioned in front of them. “you know what? i’d sell my soul for hair like this,” she murmurs, comfortable enough in the male’s company to tell the truth. they’d become good friends over the course of time they’d spent working together, and she doubted he’d mind a compliment or two. “perhaps not the length, not for me at least...wouldn’t suit it, have a weirdly shaped head.” she winces, clearing her throat as she grabs the actual comb, to accomplish her job to a professional level. it’s what his hair deserved, after all. “so then, remi. tell me -- any new hotties you’re yet to tell me about?” tilly asks, with a raised brow as curiosity lingers on her features. “you know i live vicariously through you. i’m craving fresh gossip.”