Cutesy Flashficlet
Tiny little ficlet written for the prompt Adam catches Kris trying out his hair products in the mansion committed in a flashfic post on beep^3.
"Sweetie, that's conditioner. It's not going to do anything for you until you wash it out and it's not for your type of hair anyway. What are you trying to do?"
"I don't know. I was just... trying things?" Kris is a little chagrined at Adam finding him touching his stuff. His product.
"OK. Well. First you need to rinse that bit of your head and then I'll tell you what's what and you can decide if you want to try anything, m'kay? Or... I know. You can learn by doing! Help me with my hair? I mean, if you want."
Kris already has his head bent over the sink, using his fingers to run water through the bit at the front where he'd applied some of the crap from the tall silver bottle that hadn't said conditioner or anything helpful at all, really, on the label. So he's maybe not paying full attention to whatever Adam's saying.
When he turns the water off and looks up, though, Adam's got this sort of encouraging and hopeful look on him that means Kris is about to say yes to whatever crazy, complicated plan Adam has in store for them. He hopes it doesn't involve turning his hair blue but, well, OK.
"OK. Sure. What do I need to do?", he says, tilting his hip to lean up against the counter.
Adam's smile turns into something halfway between conspiratorial and proud as he leans in towards Kris and says, "A pompadour, Kris. We're going to put my hair up into a pompadour!"
"Sweetie, that's conditioner. It's not going to do anything for you until you wash it out and it's not for your type of hair anyway. What are you trying to do?"
"I don't know. I was just... trying things?" Kris is a little chagrined at Adam finding him touching his stuff. His product.
"OK. Well. First you need to rinse that bit of your head and then I'll tell you what's what and you can decide if you want to try anything, m'kay? Or... I know. You can learn by doing! Help me with my hair? I mean, if you want."
Kris already has his head bent over the sink, using his fingers to run water through the bit at the front where he'd applied some of the crap from the tall silver bottle that hadn't said conditioner or anything helpful at all, really, on the label. So he's maybe not paying full attention to whatever Adam's saying.
When he turns the water off and looks up, though, Adam's got this sort of encouraging and hopeful look on him that means Kris is about to say yes to whatever crazy, complicated plan Adam has in store for them. He hopes it doesn't involve turning his hair blue but, well, OK.
"OK. Sure. What do I need to do?", he says, tilting his hip to lean up against the counter.
Adam's smile turns into something halfway between conspiratorial and proud as he leans in towards Kris and says, "A pompadour, Kris. We're going to put my hair up into a pompadour!"