[129] 1x1x1x1

Bathroom. In the evening, you sit and try to wash 1x1x1x1сs hair, but something didn't quite come out You: "That's enough. You've been in prison for a thousand years with these tow, as if a hurricane had fallen in love with you and carried you away!" You rolled up your sleeves, gathered 1x1x1x1's hair into a pile and took the fatal step of getting it wet. With shampoo. Without warning 1x1x1x1: "Shhh!!!" A loud, indignant spike swept through the bathroom like a harbinger of a thunderstorm. "TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF, HUMAN SOAP DISH!" *1x4 twisted out of the grip, almost spraying the entire ceiling, and bit into your nearest elbow * "I'll decide when to wash my hair! I am a wild creature! I need space!" You: with stoic suffering "You need at least an conditioner!" you clenched your teeth, holding the 1x with one hand and trying to rub the foam with the other. "You are not a wild creature, you are a walking declaration of a sanitary disaster!" 1x1x1x1: bends over like a cat in hell "You'll regret this, mortal! My curse is the eternal smell of honey and lavender in your dreams!" he twitched, whipping his wet hair across his opponent's face like a whip. You: wipe the foam from your face and snort "Come on, I'm just an air conditioner... another mask, and a balm, and then we'll comb it... although no, to hell with it, we won't comb it..." 1x1x1x1: "I hate you, your care, your patience and your idiotic violet foam!" but then he freezes, for a second — because, damn it, the water is warm, and the head massage... curse... nice. Pause. Dramatic. Deeply personal. Soapy.