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“Was wondering if you were free, but, uh—“
“I’m free.” Arthur grunts, pointedly dropping his journal face down against his chest.
Kieran takes his hat into his hands. “Well, didn’t know if you noticed, but I’m in need of a trim.”
Arthur has noticed, though he hasn’t said anything, and wouldn’t have. Not his place, really, and he’s not one to talk. Arthur often lets his hair grow out long and wild for random spells, especially when he’s away from camp, until Ms. Grimshaw browbeats him into cleaning and shaving to levels acceptable for society.
“Not especially.” He lies. Because he definitely has noticed Kieran’s hair growing out. He’s been annoying himself every time he notices the way it falls into Kieran’s face while he works, when it got long enough that Kieran swept it up and off the back of his neck into a short ponytail. He’s wearing his hair up and off his neck again, and it looks— pretty? Arthur’s not sure if he likes that word rolling around in his head. Handsome, maybe.
Kieran sighs, mutters an exasperated alright under his breath as his eyes roll skyward.
—Kieran needs a haircut; Arthur finds himself indulging in small favors; Bill Williamson needs hair pomade.