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[He does look miserable and it hurts Sorey to see it. He leans in and presses their foreheads together.]

I know.

[He doesn't like how his knowledge wars with the stuff he remembers. He doesn't like receiving things and knowing they're important, as if they're some intrinsic part of him. He doesn't like the feeling of turning into someone else, either. But he can set his own fear aside. He can run his fingers through Mikleo's hair behind his ears and calm him down, and maybe Sorey will find some peace in that.]

We're both the same people we were yesterday, even if you look a little different. And I'm here with you so you're not alone.

[He brings his fingers forward, draws them gently along Mikleo's jaw, and then goes back to stroking his hair. It's so long and lovely, like little bits of cloud or ocean.]

You look like... [His cheeks pinken.] ... like some kind of angel. Or someone in a magazine. You could seriously go for the punk look, I mean, most people bleach their hair to get it looking like that. I think it's called an ombre?

[He tries for a smile.]

I swear, every time I think you can't get more beautiful...

[It does help somewhat for Sorey being calm about it, as well as running his fingers through his weirdly colored hair and along his jaw. It...helps to alleviate a mild concern that his boyfriend might not like the change, even if he did go poetic about it when he first saw it in a flashback.

Then Mikleo goes bright red at the compliments.]

And every time I think you can't get more hopeless, you prove me wrong.

[Still, he holds Sorey's face so that he can make his boyfriend lean down for a kiss. Mikleo breaks away soon after with a somewhat playful look. He's trying to cope with this by teasing and focusing on anything but his hair.]

I'm not gonna wear punk in public, but...maybe in private. [He frowns a little.] Especially since I'll need to rework my wardrobe to suit my new...look.

[All of his red outfits, gone.]

[The kiss is brief and sweet, but it still leaves Sorey's heart fluttering at a ridiculous pace.] Yeah, your tastes always tended toward the... classic. [Meanwhile, Sorey was the hipster next door. Literally.]

I guess we'll have to go shopping. [Also, since Mikleo's still right here, he's going to kiss the bit of hair he has in his hand. Deal with it.] We can make it a-- a date, if you want.

Hm, you're not complaining, are you?

[His tone is teasing. Besides, with Mikleo willingly putting on Sorey's shirts around the apartment, he might be a little hipster himself. Just a little bit.

Ugh, and now he's blushing again because of Sorey kissing his hair.]

Well, I'm not about to say no to a date, and having a second opinion doesn't hurt. [Mikleo takes Sorey's hand and kisses the back of it.] I'm good with whenever you wanna go.

Not at all.

[Hipster is comfortable! Also, since Mikleo's blushing... he kisses his hair again, making eye contact with Mikleo the whole time. See? It's not so bad.

Of course, Mikleo has to one-up him by turning the kisses back on him. Sorey's flush deepens.]

O-- oh... well... I'm free whenever. Spring break and all.

[That's what he gets for making Mikleo blush! Jeez.

He thinks about it.]

Well...we could go out today, and have a lunch date, too. Unless you have other plans?

[Sorey makes a face.]

Pssh. Like I have plans. Even if I did, you're way more important.

[He lets go of Mikleo's hair so that he isn't subjected to more distraction before breakfast. Shopping will definitely distract Mikleo from his sudden hair change, and it'll allow Sorey a chance to spoil the hell out of him with pretty things to go in it.]

Just let me know when you're ready to go.

I'm pretty sure your homework and projects are slightly more important.

[His tone is teasing as he playfully shoves at Sorey's chest. He immediately ruins the effect by taking his boyfriend's hand.]

Let's eat breakfast and wake up a bit first. No sense going there while you're half asleep and starving.

[Mikleo starts heading towards the kitchen, possibly slipping his hand out of Sorey's.]

And you need a shower.

I'll make sure to do those things before we go. Obviously.

[He squeezes Mikleo's hand, though he lets go at the remark. If Mikleo peeks at him, he'll see pouting. Just. So much pouting.]

Fine, whatever! I know when I'm not wanted. [He opens the bathroom door, thinking he'll shower first so Mikleo can have the bathroom for however long he needs.]

[He glances back and sees the adorable pout. Mikleo's highly amused, but he'll put a salve on Sorey's "bruised ego."]

One sec, before you go.

[The blue-haired man trots over to stand in front of his boyfriend, his eyes sparkling. He stands up on his tiptoes to kiss the brunet, hands resting delicately on his chest. When he pulls away, he murmurs softly:]

Thanks. For helping me out and not freaking out.

[Erf. How is he supposed to keep from smiling with Mikleo doing that to him? He's a teeny bit surprised, but more than that he's embarrassed. He doesn't think something like that really deserves recognition.]

I-- I didn't really do anything...

[He rubs at his nose.]

I already saw you with hair like that in my memories. People's eyes have been turning weird colors, so I figured it was only a matter of time.

[Mikleo gives him a lopsided smile, absently smoothing his hands over Sorey's shirt to get out whatever wrinkles are there. Definitely not just a gesture appreciating how toned he is. Nope.]

Give yourself more credit. You really did do a lot of help.

[He kisses his partner's cheek before stepping out of the way.]

I'll see about making us some waffles. It's been a while.

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