Something about this Place, ISO Kenny, Open | 8-25-12

[Bayle Tsala]

Sometimes Bayle wondered why he did things. He blamed his father for a lot of it, because the older man had told him to make friends and be more friendly in general but this was...

Well. It was a trailer park and just looking at it made his skin crawl a bit because of all the germs that were probably lingering about the place.

He didn't turn back though, glancing around as he walked to keep an eye out for the trailer in particular he was looking for, spotting it after a couple minutes of searching. The blonde approached slowly, hands resting in the pockets of his jacket as he looked the trailer over, resisting the urge to sneer like he normally would because the point of this was to be nice.

God he hated being nice.

Moving up to the door Bayle hesitantly pulled a hand free and reached out to lightly rap his knuckles on the door, immediately tucking his hand back into his pocket as he frowned just a touch. He really needed to start carrying hand sanitizer with him or something.

[Kendrick Miller]

There was a delighted squee from inside the trailer as Kendrick frolicked around to the door. He pushed it open and waved with both hands, clearly not the least bit ashamed of where he lived. "Hiii! Come in, come in, I cleaned up before you got here~" He stepped back out of the way to let Bayle in. "Watch the first step, we question the wood sometimes."

He brushed his hands off on his little pink apron over his long shorts. He was wearing a tank top and so thankful for the little table fan that was blowing across his face. There were mild little grease spatter burns on his arms, but nothing to cry to Lucas about.

"Sit sit, I know its a little small compared to what you're probs used to." He went back to the kitchen area, turning the fish gently. Tilapia. He found a recipe at the library and tried it out. It at least smelled good. "Or if you don't want to sit you can come try my chips."

The chips were laid out neatly on a grate, so the excess oil could drip down onto paper towels. They were cut into little coin disks and were crispy and hot, fresh made.

"There's some cooler ones on the plate if you want, I'm just sort of getting the fish done then I can make like, a real plate. They fuckin' deeelliicooooussss, oh my gah."

[Bayle Tsala]

....Spazz.

Bayle just eyed the other a bit warily, not use to someone with such a loud personality, stepping inside gingerly simply because of what had been said. Out of habit his gaze immediately swept over the room, taking in each little detail for the moment, just wanting to be familiar with his surroundings.

He glanced at the chair when he was urged to sit, hesitating a moment before trailing after Kendrick into the kitchen instead.

The blonde side eyed the younger boy a bit as he kept rambling before looking at the food the other was making, a brief flicker of an impressed look crossing his face.

It didn't honestly look half bad.

Head tilting just a touch, Bayle fought an internal battle with himself before reaching out to snag one of the chips off the plate and give it a try, clearly content with it considering he didn't try to spit it out. As much of a spazz as the younger boy seemed to be, he did know how to cook apparently.

[Kendrick Miller]

Kendrick wasn't bothered by the silence. Silent and cool, that was awesome. He could get along just fine with this person. IT was rather interesting to have this be their first meeting, in his house. He liked weird things. He gently scooped the fish out of the pan to lay it onto a plate, patting it gently with the spatula.

"Alright, fish. And chips. Because I rock, and you love me for rocking your face with your favorite food." He used his spatula to scoop the chips up onto the plate, and picked some up with his fingers to nibble at before presenting Bayle with his plate of food and utensils.

"Tada~ I'm really glad you decided to come here so it was still warm, just sayin'." He moved to wash his hands before taking the apron off and going to sit in the living room, with a whuff as he sat down. The couch didn't have the best springs any more.

[Bayle Tsala]

Taking the plate he was given, Bayle looked at it, snorting softly in response to the love comment before he watched Kendrick head out into the living room. He lingered where he was for a moment, debating on what to do--wondering still why he had decided to come here in the first place--before forcing himself forward and into the living room.

His gaze swept around again as he paused near the couch, soaking it all up and storing it all away for future purposes. Or something.

He glanced at Kendrick before actually trying some of the fish now, keeping up the lack of communication since, well, he had warned Kendrick that he wasn't much of a conversationalist.

Bayle just might have forgot to mention why.

[Kendrick Miller]

Kendrick was perfectly content just to chill, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back and pulled his little pony tail out to fluff it about. He stretched his legs out with a sigh. He had to do the dishes eventually and of course return the fryer because he only borrowed it for the day but that could wait til the oil cooled.

The quiet was nice. It was better than noise noise noise sometimes. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at Bayle. He reached to pat the couch next to him. "Sit with me, Sexyface, you can. I like your face, so it should sit near me."

He grinned and shifted to sit up straighter, arms crossing loosely over his chest. "So, like, I had to borrow this fryer from a neighbor right? And she's got this doopy dog, with big googly eyes and they go out like a gecko's. I love that dog, its so cute."

[Bayle Tsala]

The nickname had Bayle, who had been continuing his study of everything around them, to roll his eyes a bit but he moved over and--despite his hesitations because that couch did not look sanitary at all--he sat down, resting his plat on his leg a bit.

He had to hand it to the spazz beside him, the food was quite good, that much clear by the way most of it was already gone and he popped another chip in his mouth as he settled back.

God he was going to have to get everything he was wearing dry cleaned.

Kenny started talking and Bayle was sort of listening, or at least that's how it seemed because of the bored expression on his face, the blonde actually giving the other his full attention as he continued to eat.

[Kendrick Miller]

Kenny crossed his legs at the ankle, his head leaning back again. ".... So like, I'm thinking of getting a hair cut but I can't afford it so I was going to do it in the mirror, but I don't know what to go for. I kind of dig the long hair but I think other people think its grody. I don't want the same haircut as my brother though."

He was just babbling to babble now. No real reason to talk about anything overly important, since they were just sort of sitting together. It might have been because Kenny wanted someone to talk to today that he called him over.

"Your hair is stylin' I bet you get it done at those posh places that's like a thousand dollars for one snip. Your hair is made of spun goooldd~" Back handed compliment. Kenny pulled his legs back in and sat forward with a little flail. "Did you want anything to drink? I have tea stashed in a cabinet. Are you a tea drinker?"

[Bayle Tsala]

There was a pause in the blonde's actions, forking hovering above the plate as Kenny talked about wanting to cut his hair, Bayle frowning slowly as he set the fork down. He'd honestly been planning not to actually converse with the other in any manner, just to be an ass, but there were a few things that would get him communicating no matter what.

Hair and fashion were one of them.

He waved off the offer of a drink for the moment as he shifted to pull his phone out of his pocket, typing quickly on it before holding it out for Kendrick to read.

Long hair is fine if you take care of it properly and I swear to God if you attempt to cut it yourself I'll hurt you.

I can cut it for you, I do my own hair.

Which was true, eve if he didn't exactly tell his father that because he wasn't sure what Stefan would think of him being a bit of a fashionista in that sense.

[Kendrick Miller]

Kendrick blinked when the phone was offered to him and he looked over the message. He gaaasped and put the phone to his heart. "Honeypop, I already cut my own hair, why do you think its fabulous?" He flipped his head around. It was a little uneven but shit happened. He needed to keep this mop moppy.

"But if you want to cut it, by all means. I trust anybody so long as they don't come at me with a buzzer." He moved to put a pot on, , balancing the cell phone on his head as he moved around the kitchen before returning to the living room, sitting himself out again and handing the phone back.

"Should I communicate solely by phone too? I can. I know my voice is awful and abrasive. Like a harpy. Ca-caw!" He grinned, unperturbed by the phone offering. It was an interesting quirk, logic stated it might not be a quirk, might be a necessity, but that just meant a potential new skill to be learned.

[Bayle Tsala]

Bayle seemed content when Kenny agreed to let him cut his hair, nodding a bit in a 'Good' sort of gesture before picking at the last bit of fish on his plate. He finished just as Kenny returned and took his phone back, giving the other a bit of a dry look as he cleared out the message he had typed so he could make a new one, handing it back to the younger boy when he was done.

Your voice isn't awful. I have to communicate this way because I can't talk and I'm fairly certain you don't know sign language.

He moved to stand then and took his plate and utensils into the kitchen, setting them carefully in the sink before washing his hands. His aversion to filth had him eyeing the towel wearily before drying his hands off and straightening his outfit a bit out of habit, heading back into the living room a moment later.

The blonde settled down onto the couch again, reaching for his phone so he could clear it out, typing something new.

Do you have a decent pair of scissors? I might as well take care of your mop now.

[Kendrick Miller]

"Nope, but I guess I gotta learn, you know?" New skill, might be useful. He could work on it over the next few weeks. "I do know charades though so by all means entertain me if it suits your fancy pants." He waved his hand a little, grinning wide. That would certainly be an amusing image.

He watched Bayle move around the house, just seeming to be uncomfortable or at the very least not used to this kind of thing at all. He knew this place wasn't perfect. It was actually one of those places that was kind of 'oh yeah, I live there I guess' but Kendrick kind of liked trailers... when it wasn't full of people.

"I have safety scissors." He piped up and shifted to stand. He knew he had something better than safety scissors around here somewhere but he found them more immediately. He tossed the pink things onto the couch as he went by to go check the bathroom. He found an old pair orange handled fiskars there and brought them out to offer to Bayle.

"Good enough?" He moved to sit at Bayle's feet, obviously quite content to get to it.

[Bayle Tsala]

Shooting Kendrick a look when he mentioned the safety scissors, Bayle rolled his eyes and snagged them where they had been tossed, twirling them around his finger a bit before setting them on the arm of the couch.

While the trailer was not his type of place at all, it was oddly..charming..sort of. In a way. To each their own right?

His gaze shifted to his host when the other came back and he reached out to take the scissors, looking them over and opening and closing them a couple times before he nodded.

Good enough.

He stood then and snagged Kenny's arm, tugging him into the kitchen and grabbing a chair from the table, putting it near the sink as he motioned for the other to sit. The scissors were set on the countertenor as Bayle went about shedding his jacket and rolling his sleeves up, waiting for Kenny to settle before he turned the water on and started to soak the other's hair down.

[Kendrick Miller]

Oh. Bayle was like legit serious about this. He supposed feeding him was ample payment for a hair cut. He let himself get dragged up and along following like a little puppy. He sat himself down and tipped his head back with a little smile. "Alright, so, I like it longish in the front, but you can do what you want to the back. Points if its what the fuck."

When the water started to flow an ermine shaped itself out of it immediately. The little water animal rolled around on the counter, grabbing at the soap bottle to pull it over towards the sink to squish some dish soap out onto the plates inside.

"Oh yeah. I'm like.. a mutant. So I hope you don't mind that kind of thing. I mean, you're the one with the scissors by my head so I guess you'd win? But I just didn't want to like, startle you or anything. I'm sure that would suck for both of us."

[Bayle Tsala]

The water ermine did catch Bayle off guard at first, the young man watching the odd creature mess around with the soap. His head tilted after a second as he glanced down at Kenny and he shook his head, relaxing as he made it clear he didn't mind.

It wasn't like he hadn't grown up around mutants all his life.

Running his fingers through Kenny's hair Bayle's look turned a bit critical as he considered a few things, rinsing the other's hair then squeezing out the excess water. Normally he would have washed it too but he forewent that for now, nudging Kenny upright again and working his fingers through the other's hair to straighten it all out.

And then he started to cut.

He kept in mind what the other had said, keeping the length in the front for the most part--though he trimmed up the ends and got the length proper all the way around--grabbing the other's chin after a moment to look him over. Satisfied with the start, the blonde then started to actually get a bit creative, adding some longer layers to it to frame Kenny's face a bit better and to just, in general, make it look less like a mop.