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portalhopping2023-01-15 04:52 pm
sanguinescry) wrote in portalhopping2023-01-15 04:52 pm
closed;
WHO: Lydia Martin & Eddie Munson
WHAT: Roommate bonding over a learning opportunity
WHEN: Jan 15, 2023
WHERE: Their apartment
WHAT: Roommate bonding over a learning opportunity
WHEN: Jan 15, 2023
WHERE: Their apartment
Lydia sits on the floor on a plush floor pillow, her legs folded beneath herself to give herself a little bit more height. One of her arms rests casually on Eddie's thigh and her other is raised slightly to the side, holding a mirror so that she can see the reflection of the larger mirror on the wall behind Eddie from where she sits between his knees. In front of them both, the apartment's smart TV is playing a Youtube video.
"Okay hang on, hang on, hang on," she says insistently, pausing the video and tilting the mirror so that she can look at Eddie's face instead. "So, she's starting it at the crown, but you need to start it, like, literally at my forehead. Okay, so just keep that in mind. That pointer is applicable only for the ballet girls," she explains, lifting her eyebrows at him in the mirror as she watches Eddie's hand still, the brush midway down her scalp, before looking incredulously back at her.
With a heavy, long-suffering sigh that the amused twinkle in her eye gives immediately away, Lydia rolls her eyes. "Eddie, their braids need to be super tight. Like...facelift tight. Otherwise, it's just going to fall out while they're dancing and that's no good. Let me know when you want me to start the video again. I'll talk you through. If you can shred on a guitar, your fingers can manage a French braid and I promise, this will impress her. Just trust me, okay? Have I ever steered you wrong?"
"Okay hang on, hang on, hang on," she says insistently, pausing the video and tilting the mirror so that she can look at Eddie's face instead. "So, she's starting it at the crown, but you need to start it, like, literally at my forehead. Okay, so just keep that in mind. That pointer is applicable only for the ballet girls," she explains, lifting her eyebrows at him in the mirror as she watches Eddie's hand still, the brush midway down her scalp, before looking incredulously back at her.
With a heavy, long-suffering sigh that the amused twinkle in her eye gives immediately away, Lydia rolls her eyes. "Eddie, their braids need to be super tight. Like...facelift tight. Otherwise, it's just going to fall out while they're dancing and that's no good. Let me know when you want me to start the video again. I'll talk you through. If you can shred on a guitar, your fingers can manage a French braid and I promise, this will impress her. Just trust me, okay? Have I ever steered you wrong?"