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What’s in Crosshair’s self care cabinet?
Hunter was lurking in the refresher, having snuck in there after Crosshair having a shower.
The former Sniper having a plethora of self care products, busily applying them in a neat order onto his hair and skin.
Hunter was gawking at the ritual at hand. The Sergeant never really having gotten a hang of the whole thing happening. The one of taking a shower just before and then to be putting all kinds of smelly chemicals onto the body right after. Wasn’t the whole point of washing up, to actually wash the grit away, not to put on new stuff on there?
“Do you really need all those chemicals? I mean, there are layers and layers you’re putting on top of the other.” Hunter’s wide eyed confusion present as he spoke.
Crosshair just glared at Hunter as if the Scout had grown a second head. Or rather Hunter having asked a really stupid question there was no good answer for.
“That is the most stupidest question in a long while, Hunter. And you have asked a lot of them lately.”
Hunter picked up a bottle then another reading the labels, trying to make heads or tails out of them. But not really succeeding.s
“Aren’t these the same product?”
Crosshair did not bother to answer, rather grabbed the bottles from Hunter.
“This, from a man who uses the ‘men care thirteen all in one’.”
Crosshair was shaking his head in, well, disgust. Never really having put any faith in such products at all.
“So?”
Reaching his hand and touching Hunters locks to prove his point.
“This… frizzy mop of yours sure could use something more for sure.”
Hunter opened his mouth and closed it again. Crosshair simply continuing with his body care, having proven his point.
Hunter looked at himself in the mirror. Touching his hair slightly. True it was a tad dry at the ends and all. But he had chucked it off to the salty waters of Pabu, the hair drying and all because of it.
Crosshair gave him a glance but did not say anything.
Hunter stared at his reflection for a moment longer touching the crow feet at the corners of his eyes. The sun maybe? But Crosshair’s were hardly visible, so, no the sun?
“Um Cross…”
Hunter turned back to Crosshair, looking rather apologetic and guess bewildered as well. Him never having taken a real hard look at his face and hair or thought at his own self care while berating Crosshair’s beauty care regime. But, guess it was high time to admit defeat?
He wasn’t getting any younger after all, right?
“Yes Hunt?”
“Could you maybe… do something about this and this.” Hunter pointed he two obvious issues he had picked on just now.
Crosshair could not help the smirk forming. But he was also quite eager to aid Hunter in his quest for better self care. Always had been.
Picking simply a few products of his assortment of bottles and jars, Crosshair then turned to Hunter.
“Sit.”
Hunter did as ordered.
“Okay, we start with the face then move to your hair…”
Hunter nodded only while sitting in silence as Crosshair stared applying his creams and oils.
Not one word of complaint was uttered by Hunter hence forward, the Sergeant simply enjoying the spa treatment he was getting.