( xD There's showers at my school.
No one uses them, though, so they shut the water off.
Shut off water = no water fountain in the locker rooms. D; )

'Not really, no. And for the colours...Well, that can just stay black. I usually don't-" Espen blinked at Altair's tattoo, and tilted his head. "Ah...That looks cool..." He swallowed, then scooted a little further back on his bed. It was sort of like a restraint to keep himself from getting up and just staaaring at Altair's tattoo.

Altair paused in the middle of slipping on his shirt to look over At Espen, then down at his tattoo. He smiled, looking back up at the smaller male with a wide grin. "It took a lot of coaxing and begging for my parents to let me get it, too," he told him before slipping his shirt on. It fit his quite nicely, too. Not too tight, not too loose. And the lower three-fourths of the dragon tattoo were visible as well.

He stood up, ready to take off his bondage pants and slip into his jeans when he paused and blinked, looking over at Espen. "Will it make you uncomfortable if I change my pants in here...?" he asked. Altair didn't care about changing in front of others, but he wasn't sure how Espen would react.

"It doesn't matter," Espen said, a light tint of red flitting across his face. "We had to change in front of other people before gym like in public schools, so, yeah." Most of his face was stuffed in his pillow, and his eyes were hidden by his hair.

( It's like, "Strip for Espen. >D" xD )

Altair smiled a bit and proceeded to change pants, grinning as soon as he had his jeans on. The dragon looked like it was crawling up his leg, trying to get to him now, definition given to the previously flat shape.

After he had finished changing, he folded up his clothes and set them near his bags. "Be right back," he told Espen as he padded into the bathroom, brush in hand. It was time to do something with his hair. 

((-gigglefit-

Well, he was made in my mind. ;D

Altair: -bl
ink- Originally as a dragon shifter, too. .3.

Which is why he's obsessed with dragons so much. :D))

Altair was to focused on trying to figure out something to do with his hair to really pay attention to what Espen had said. He huffed softly, blowing his hair out of his face. He had brushed it out and was now unsure of what the hell he could do with it besides put it back up. 

( Espen was originally a psychic/medium who, as he is in this roleplay, who is rich and owns two tigers. [That would be Death and Life, like in the greatest show unearthed roleplay.

Hot guys are always made up in your mind, Rika. o3o That's where they all come from. )

Espen blinked, then peeked through the crack in the door. He opened it more, poking his head through it. "Wondering what to do with your hair?" he asked, smiling slightly. "I can help~"

((<3

If only I could draw them and give them the look they deserve. e.o -fails-))

Altair squeaked, jumping slightly. He hadn't been paying attention and Espen moved so quietly, so the dark-haired male had startled him. He looked over at Espen,moving his bangs out of his face. "I'd really appreciate it," he told him, chuckling softly.

( D: You can do it, Rika! D< You just have to take a lot of time on them. That's how I got some of my best drawings.
I'll attempt to draw Altair, but I won't get him the way he looks like in your head. e.o )

Espen chuckled and stepped inside the bathroom, pulling most of Altair's hair back. "Wait...Bend your knees a little, you're too tall." He said, blinking. "And, what do you think I could do with your hair, 'cause, I can't do anything without cutting it."

"How short can I cut it? Is halfway down your neck okay?" Espen walked out of the bathroom, coming back with a bag that contained everything he could ever use in a bathroom. He felt a bit excited, since he got to experiment with Altair's hair. It was so pretty and long and black and silky-looking...

Espen ran his fingers through Altair's hair and shuddered. It was silky. 

( Nah. o3o If Espen wasn't an epic hair-master, he wouldn't have his own hair all pretty-like.

I do my own hair, and get if cut by some chick in this one salon. She's my mom's friend, so. o.o'
And, damn, can she cut hair. I can tease my hair correctly now, and it's, like, always done-up scene style.
Well, my hair doesn't hold, no matter how much hair spray I use, so I have to keep teasing it and teasing it... )

((I went most of my life without cutting my hair. c:

Then, in 6th or 7th grade, about four to five inches got cut off, maybe more.

It was almost to my butt, too. .3.

Now it's barely to my shoulders. :D))

Altair thought for a moment, then nodded back at Espen, awaiting his first haircut in a few years.

((Fff. Altair needs to learn to go get trims. xD)) 

( xD I got my hair cut for the first time in, like, five or four years a couple months ago.
*pets hair* It was so long...and difficult to brush. xD )

Espen smiled and started brushing Altair's hair out, occasionally grabbing a comb and snip-snip-snipping at the tips. He repeated the same thing several times until Altair's hair was halfway down his neck, then started cutting whatever was above the halfway-mark shorter, each level shorter than the last.

The hair at the sides of Altair's face was short-slash-long enough to fan out on his cheeks and his neck, and Espen left his bangs alone, save for the fact that he cut the ends diagonally, He combed Altair's bangs to side, so they could either cover one of his eyes or just rest near his eye.

"Okay," Espen sighed. "If it looks icky, I'm sorry. I tried my best." He stood back, and smiled slightly at Altair. Somehow, he was pleased with the results. But, really, it wasn't his hair, so it was Altair's opinion that mattered.

((Fff.

I think Altair should get some hair dye. :D

Like...red or something. .3.

And the red in my hair is fading out! DX -flail-))

Altair blinked. It felt kind of...strange without his long hair. He felt so much lighter...

He looked in the mirror, blinking before he smiled, looking back at Espen. "I love it," he told him, his newly cut bangs falling over his right (I think. e.o) eye. He'd have to get used to that...

((It must go great with his awesome outfit. :D)) 

( *purpose

o3o Really? It's a hairstyle I've seen on a couple guys, though... )

( *flails, too*
Maybe that's what Espen was aiming for...? .o.
You can choose which eye it falls over. o3o )

Espen grinned. "I'm glad you like it," he said, clasping his hands together. "I thought you'd be all like, 'Um...it's great, thanks..' and then turn around and be like, 'Sh.it.'" He laughed, relieved that he hadn't totally ruined Altair's hair. "Maybe we could dye your bangs or some of your hair red..." He blinked at Altair.