I... like shaggy. I think you look, uh... really nice, right now.
[ Which is just... the honest truth, and not tactic approval to be touched. He doesn't mind Tate leaning on him, and he doesn't even mind the hands on his thighs, but Tate leans in a little further, looks up at him like he doesn't know what he's doing, and honestly, it's frustrating. Derek frowns, shooting him a look. He's not above pushing Tate back by the forehead and leaving him with half a haircut.
Anyway. ]
It's your hair, though. And - I mean - I'm not your Dom, remember? Not like your appearance reflects on me anymore. We can dye it fucking puke green, if that's what you want.
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[ Which is just... the honest truth, and not tactic approval to be touched. He doesn't mind Tate leaning on him, and he doesn't even mind the hands on his thighs, but Tate leans in a little further, looks up at him like he doesn't know what he's doing, and honestly, it's frustrating. Derek frowns, shooting him a look. He's not above pushing Tate back by the forehead and leaving him with half a haircut.
Anyway. ]
It's your hair, though. And - I mean - I'm not your Dom, remember? Not like your appearance reflects on me anymore. We can dye it fucking puke green, if that's what you want.