[Early in the morning Benjamin heads to the costume shop, looking over the variety of wigs and available styling tools. He seems not necessarily lost in the work, but a natural to it, setting up a stand in front of one of the mirrors.
The distinguished silver wig he's chosen for the father is easy enough, once he's gotten the hang of the electric curling tools, making tight, old-fashioned curls on the sides of the head and pulling the rest into a ponytail that he also curls.
The wig that he's chosen for the daughter, though, is long and blonde, and once he has it pinned into place he's struck with longing and pauses, running his hands through the cascade of hair and letting it glide through his fingers like water.
Eventually, after the "history club" debacle, he winds up going to the kitchen for a much-needed tea and a sandwich, which he takes in the cafeteria.
While he eats, however, he's finally looking through the "yearbook" that they were given on the first day. Occasionally, the "fact" included about someone he's gotten to know will warrant a little smile out of him, until he reaches his own profile. Something there seems to unsettle him, as he sets down his sandwich, bite abandoned, to stare at it with furrowed brow.]
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The distinguished silver wig he's chosen for the father is easy enough, once he's gotten the hang of the electric curling tools, making tight, old-fashioned curls on the sides of the head and pulling the rest into a ponytail that he also curls.
The wig that he's chosen for the daughter, though, is long and blonde, and once he has it pinned into place he's struck with longing and pauses, running his hands through the cascade of hair and letting it glide through his fingers like water.
Eventually, after the "history club" debacle, he winds up going to the kitchen for a much-needed tea and a sandwich, which he takes in the cafeteria.
While he eats, however, he's finally looking through the "yearbook" that they were given on the first day. Occasionally, the "fact" included about someone he's gotten to know will warrant a little smile out of him, until he reaches his own profile. Something there seems to unsettle him, as he sets down his sandwich, bite abandoned, to stare at it with furrowed brow.]