Clone Verse: Bind
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse.
Summary: B-01 notices something about X-87's hair.
Rating: G
Notes: Set, I dunno, a couple of days/weeks after Introduction.
Genre: General
Word count: 546
Status: Work in progress
X-87 pulled out his hair tie, running his fingers through his hair to loosen it.
"X-87," he heard B-01 say behind him.
"Huh?" He turned around, still running his fingers through his hair. B-01 wasn't looking at him though, but at the floor. When he looked down, he saw a couple of his hairs there, trailing across the floor and over his feet. "Oh. That's normal."
"Yeeeeah," L-68 said, frowning at the hairs from his cot, "I don't lose that amount in one go." He flicked his eyes up at X-87. "That? Looks like you should have a bald patch somewhere."
"I probably do," X-87 admitted, sighing. Several of them, really. He couldn't feel them, but he wasn't touching his scalp either. He had enough hair left to cover them anyway. At the moment. Later on...
"Do you know how to braid your hair?" B-01 asked, gazing up at him.
X-87 blinked at her. "Uh, no…?" He'd seen a few scientists with a braid and a couple of the X-series had decided to put their hair like that but he'd never asked him how they did it (he thought it would take too much energy to do anyway).
B-01 nodded to his cot. "Sit."
L-68 snickered, resting his chin on his palm as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
"B-01…" X-87's stomach sank when he realised what B-01 was saying.
"Sit," B-01 repeated, not moving. "You cannot leave your genetic material behind on a mission."
"I…" Oh. Okay, that did make sense but... He sat down on his cot and heard B-01 walk up behind him.
"L-68, pay attention. You might have to do this later."
"Yeah, sure." X-87 heard the squeak of L-68's cot as he moved towards them.
"Hey," X-87 said softly, "I could do it?" It was his hair and the thought of either B-01 or Lex touching his hair (or anyone) made his heart beat faster, his stomach clench.
"It would be unwise to have only one person able to perform a skill," B-01 said as she started to separate his hair into three parts. He tensed, but B-01's hands didn't pull or tug, moving steadily.
"But…it's hair." It wouldn't be something they needed to know for a mission, but he couldn't stop her either.
"Start with the left-most section. Put it over the middle section and then under the right-most section." With every instruction, X-87 could feel B-01 do the same thing and bit by bit, X-87 relaxed as his expectation of pain looked less and less likey.
"Hn," L-68 said. "Doesn't look too hard."
"And then start again."
It wasn't too long before B-01 said, "X-87."
"Here." He held his hair tie over his shoulder for her to get. Once she had it, his braid thumped against his back a second later. It was heavier than his ponytail but it didn't feel too bad. X-87 reached back and pulled the braid around, laying it across his hands – the braid was tightly done, but there were still a lot of hairs escaping it in places (they were probably from when his hair had broken rather than B-01 missing them).
"Okay," he said, tracing the path of one part with his fingers, "I think I can do that."
"Good."
Summary: B-01 notices something about X-87's hair.
Rating: G
Notes: Set, I dunno, a couple of days/weeks after Introduction.
Genre: General
Word count: 546
Status: Work in progress
X-87 pulled out his hair tie, running his fingers through his hair to loosen it.
"X-87," he heard B-01 say behind him.
"Huh?" He turned around, still running his fingers through his hair. B-01 wasn't looking at him though, but at the floor. When he looked down, he saw a couple of his hairs there, trailing across the floor and over his feet. "Oh. That's normal."
"Yeeeeah," L-68 said, frowning at the hairs from his cot, "I don't lose that amount in one go." He flicked his eyes up at X-87. "That? Looks like you should have a bald patch somewhere."
"I probably do," X-87 admitted, sighing. Several of them, really. He couldn't feel them, but he wasn't touching his scalp either. He had enough hair left to cover them anyway. At the moment. Later on...
"Do you know how to braid your hair?" B-01 asked, gazing up at him.
X-87 blinked at her. "Uh, no…?" He'd seen a few scientists with a braid and a couple of the X-series had decided to put their hair like that but he'd never asked him how they did it (he thought it would take too much energy to do anyway).
B-01 nodded to his cot. "Sit."
L-68 snickered, resting his chin on his palm as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
"B-01…" X-87's stomach sank when he realised what B-01 was saying.
"Sit," B-01 repeated, not moving. "You cannot leave your genetic material behind on a mission."
"I…" Oh. Okay, that did make sense but... He sat down on his cot and heard B-01 walk up behind him.
"L-68, pay attention. You might have to do this later."
"Yeah, sure." X-87 heard the squeak of L-68's cot as he moved towards them.
"Hey," X-87 said softly, "I could do it?" It was his hair and the thought of either B-01 or Lex touching his hair (or anyone) made his heart beat faster, his stomach clench.
"It would be unwise to have only one person able to perform a skill," B-01 said as she started to separate his hair into three parts. He tensed, but B-01's hands didn't pull or tug, moving steadily.
"But…it's hair." It wouldn't be something they needed to know for a mission, but he couldn't stop her either.
"Start with the left-most section. Put it over the middle section and then under the right-most section." With every instruction, X-87 could feel B-01 do the same thing and bit by bit, X-87 relaxed as his expectation of pain looked less and less likey.
"Hn," L-68 said. "Doesn't look too hard."
"And then start again."
It wasn't too long before B-01 said, "X-87."
"Here." He held his hair tie over his shoulder for her to get. Once she had it, his braid thumped against his back a second later. It was heavier than his ponytail but it didn't feel too bad. X-87 reached back and pulled the braid around, laying it across his hands – the braid was tightly done, but there were still a lot of hairs escaping it in places (they were probably from when his hair had broken rather than B-01 missing them).
"Okay," he said, tracing the path of one part with his fingers, "I think I can do that."
"Good."