[Koby wrinkles his nose right back, and would do more, but he's diligently working his way along Hao's hairline right now, and that takes absolute priority. He doesn't want to do a bad job, not with this being the first (only?) thing the other boy's expressed a strong desire for. Well -- first G-Rated thing, at least. So he's meticulous, focused on the roots first, trying to get an even layer all the way down so there aren't any spots.
The poke to his side gets a sharp, squeaky sound, though, startling Koby enough that he instinctively jabs his pointy elbow down into Hao's shoulder.] Don't -- do that, do you want to end up patchy?
[Huff, huff, scowling downward with his pink-smeared hands. The mention of the club, though, softens Koby's expression minutely, has his scrunched shoulders relaxing a bit.] Right. Because I was so stunning, you couldn't look away. [There's a flat note in his voice, clear sarcasm dripping from every word.]
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The poke to his side gets a sharp, squeaky sound, though, startling Koby enough that he instinctively jabs his pointy elbow down into Hao's shoulder.] Don't -- do that, do you want to end up patchy?
[Huff, huff, scowling downward with his pink-smeared hands. The mention of the club, though, softens Koby's expression minutely, has his scrunched shoulders relaxing a bit.] Right. Because I was so stunning, you couldn't look away. [There's a flat note in his voice, clear sarcasm dripping from every word.]