helborn | (Reply)

“Hm. I don’t think I have like, a nail brush… I don’t want to stick a needle under your fingernails that’s not happening. Um. Maybe a hair stick…” He pats vaguely at his head before he finds the simple silver hair crown holding up his bun and pulls the stick out, leaving his hair to fall loose around his shoulders. He’s a millennial, so like, he doesn’t actually feel wildly improper like this, but also, he has lived in fantasy ancient China for decades and he kinda does. Having his hair down is almost more improper feeling than having his robes off, because like, group baths are a thing. But it’s Casper, it’s fine. He tosses the crown over at his robes and examines the stick. “Yeah, I think that’s a reasonable level of pointy but not sharp.” He looks up at Casper, hair straggling into his face. “I’m gonna rinse this cloth out first, I think? And then we can clean under your nails. Um, unless you want to do it, you can reach yourself, I…” He’s still holding Casper’s hand in one of his, blushing a little. “However you want.”