Raz pulled a strand of hair from the top of head "it is not true." He muttered with a huffed sigh. He let the strand of curly hair voice back to normal. "We can always cut your hair. I'm not that good at it but I wouldn't say I do a terrible job." He offered with a shrug. "At least to get your hair out of your face."
Simon nodded. "Please. I'm dying." He raked his hair back, frowning.
Raz laughed softly and pulled off the covers. "Okay, since it seems neither of us are getting anymore sleep. Meet me in the living room while I find a decent pair of scissors and a towel." He said, walking off to the bathroom
Simon got up and stretched, then went into the living room and sat on the floor. Spooks was asleep on the windowsill, snoring quietly. When Razielle went into the bathroom, Jack unfurled himself from the sink and climbed onto the Angel's shoulders.
Razielle laughed softly and gently nudged the cat's head with his own as he gathered his supplies, scissors, towels, and combs. "Good morning to you too, early bird." He greeted, putting hand against's Jack as he walked to the living to make sure the gay wouldn't fall. "Ah I see our night owl is still sleeping." He lightly pressed a kiss to Spook's head. "Alright, ready." He gently put Jack on the couch and pulled up a chair behind Simon. " Is there a certain length you want or just make sure it's not annoying?"
"As long as you don't make me look stupid, I could care less." He shrugged. "And don't let it go down my shirt," he added.
Raz nodded and combed through Simon's hair with his hand, picking up a few chuckled before letting them fall to determine how short he could go. "I won't. Throw this over your shoulders. I can't promise it won't go in your short but this should help prevent most of the hair from doing that." He handed him.one if the larger towels while he laughed a few around Simon on the carpet.
Simon flinched when Razielle touched his head. He scolded at himself. "Sorry." He pulled the towel around his shoulders and attempted to unscrunch his posture.
“Its alright. Just ket me know if you ever want me to stop.” Raz said, tilting Simon’s head down so that he could start cutting hair at the neck and then work his way up.
"I can't very well tell you to stop in the middle of cutting my hair," Simon said crossly. "I appreciate the sentiment, however."
"ah you're right, that is true." He laughed softly and got to work, occasionally cutting with scissors the switching to a shaver to get the smaller hairs. "Thank you for staying last night by the way." He muttered softly as he focused on the sides for now.
Simon said nothing for a moment, then he said, "Yeah, well. You asked ever so nicely. I'm sure it would have broken your heart if I had said no." The grating, sarcastic edge was back to his tone, and he made no attempt to dull it.
Razielle had half the urge to smack Simon upside the head. Not hard but enough to get the point across. "Well I would have been very lonely. Maybe next time I'll just take Spooks or Jack with me." He said with a shrug. He walked to Simon's front and knelt down. "Stay very still." He muttered as he drew Simons hair to the front of his face and slowly cutting away the strands that fell to his face while at the same time trying to make the cut symmetrical
Simon flushed, uncomfortable due to how close Razielle was. “I’m not stupid, you know. I’m not going to purposely mess up my own hair.” He fought the urge to move his hair out of his face and held his breath, trying to stay still.
"hm, no but just in case. " Raz scooted back a bit and bunched his mouth to the side in thought before making a few more cuts and the sweeping the hair back in place. "Alright, there. See if your comfortable with it while I clean up." He said, standing and gathering the hair in the towels laying around simon
Simon frowned, but got up and went to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He tipped his head, fiddling with it. "Looks good," he said. "Uh, thanks."
"No problem!" Raz called as he finished cleaning and putting the tools away. He leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest as he thought for a moment. "About what you said yesterday when you were drunk," he muttered, "I…I like you too, when you're not drunk or pushing me aside to keep your emotions bottled up, you're actually an enjoyable person to be around. The way you talk about the ones you love, like Anaele and your cats is raw and unwavering. Something I don't see a lot even in our highest ranks of angels. You have this strange way of showing that. Oh, and when you try and hide you're Orion's with anger or silence is also really cute and funny." He laughed lightly and shook his head, he must have been drunk to be saying all of this. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that even if I don't feel the exact same as you do or did towards me, there is a part of me that wants to."
Simon was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay. Thank you. . . for telling me that." He picked up a comb and began brushing out his hair, unsure how he felt.
Raz murmured a "yup" before shuffling around, trying to keep his mind busy and to stop his hands from shaking as he went to work on making a breakfast for the cats then themselves. He'd occassionally pet Jack or Spooks as he fell into a rhythm of cooking, blocking out any questions that lingered in his mind for now as he focused on making a meal
"Raz," Simon said, hesitantly. "Why would you. . . if you want to feel something. . . I guess what I'm saying is that I don't understand." He frowned at his feet, tipping his head. "That's like saying you want a kitten, and you can take care of the kitten, and you love kittens, but you aren't going to get a kitten."
Raz blinked and glanced up, tilting his head. "Well, I'm not a good with relationships." He replied softly "a relationship wasn't something I really thought all that important, especially since all I've known was being a guardian. I never really though beIN with someone was something I could or had to do." He shrugged as he pulled together a breakfast
Simon didn't know what to say to that, so instead he said, "I think I figured out where the Deity is. They'd have to be in heaven because people would notice the absence of power in heaven."
Raz slowly nodded, a bit shaken from the sudden change. "Makes sense." He mumbled softly as he focussed on the food. "It didn't seem like any of the other angels were freaking out. So that either means the archangels have it under control or that the Diety is still there." He sighed softly, suddenly reassured by that thought as he slid a plate of food over to Simon. "So does that mean the search is off?"
“We don’t know where in heaven the Deity is,” Simon pointed out. “Why do you keep cooking me food if I never eat it? I don’t know if I should feel annoyed or comforted.”
"dies it matter though? As long as thee're in heaven and as long as things don't go to hell that's not supposed to then it should be alright, right?" He tilted his head and sat down at the counter, poking at his own food, lost in thought. "Because there's more of a chance of you decently eating a meal if someone else makes it. If you don't want it save it for later like everything else in fridge."