( maybe there are options other than smelling like a tree but soap options feels like effort and julian already puts in enough effort into other areas of. . . things. picking out soaps seems inconsequential, especially given it's not like they do anything different. shove one in his hair, rinse it out, done. his hair is clean, it's not greasy, he doesn't smell bad, so. the soap has done it's job, what else is it needed for.
except apparently dandruff, which julian scoffs over before he's ducking his head down enough to try and shake out said dandruff all over quentin. )
I'll show you dandruff.
( sharing is caring, or something like that. there is no non-awkward way out of this hug, so clearly the answer is to fix it by staying in it while ruining quentin's life. and he does feel - better. a little bit. like he's had a moment to let his guard down without feeling like he was two seconds away from getting skewered through the back. he's still holding onto that, the sliver of feeling safe in an otherwise entirely unsafe place.
it's what he's going to miss most, in krakoa's absence. )
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except apparently dandruff, which julian scoffs over before he's ducking his head down enough to try and shake out said dandruff all over quentin. )
I'll show you dandruff.
( sharing is caring, or something like that. there is no non-awkward way out of this hug, so clearly the answer is to fix it by staying in it while ruining quentin's life. and he does feel - better. a little bit. like he's had a moment to let his guard down without feeling like he was two seconds away from getting skewered through the back. he's still holding onto that, the sliver of feeling safe in an otherwise entirely unsafe place.
it's what he's going to miss most, in krakoa's absence. )