If anyone but mom had been responsible for haircuts at home, Kira might not have learned to hack it off himself. Hard to rebel against someone or something you're wholly dependent upon--and the Observers seem well enough aware of it. Hovering both hands at Mark's head, he sizes up the general shape, tugging gently at a few sections to see what's been left to work with.
"Old buildings; new stuff." More mental note than contribution. Sometimes puzzling out their situation is like this: hacking off the bulk of what they don't know with what little they do. Setting three fingers to Mark's crown, he aims his head down, then slides them through the length to start trimming what springs between.
"Building supplies and no fucked up buildings, medical supplies and no injuries." Preparing them for the future, and his mind abruptly narrows down one track, considering the state of things.
"Any contraceptives in the medical supplies? I mean, fuck, anything to do with the possibility of tiny villagers at all?" It had been an unnerving aspect of life in the canyon, but with everything else changing--maybe not a permanent one.
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"Old buildings; new stuff." More mental note than contribution. Sometimes puzzling out their situation is like this: hacking off the bulk of what they don't know with what little they do. Setting three fingers to Mark's crown, he aims his head down, then slides them through the length to start trimming what springs between.
"Building supplies and no fucked up buildings, medical supplies and no injuries." Preparing them for the future, and his mind abruptly narrows down one track, considering the state of things.
"Any contraceptives in the medical supplies? I mean, fuck, anything to do with the possibility of tiny villagers at all?" It had been an unnerving aspect of life in the canyon, but with everything else changing--maybe not a permanent one.