[M] A Normal day, A Normal.... Death

Jabari had started on his hair by the time Deimos had shown up, fingers rubbing and squishing the soap around thick, twisted dreads. He needed to be sure that he'd gotten all the way into the middle, not he couldn't easily just brush them out, but he enjoyed the style. It was easy and quick manageable than his more natural hair was. He'd even taken the accessories of his hair out, to hell if he lost those in the fucking river. They'd been given to him by his mother when he was young, a more cherished item than anything.

"Oh, thanks," he called out to the dragon, "new toy? You didn't need to get me anything you know, some clothes would have been just find, but thank you anyway. You can come closer you know, not like you've never seen me naked before." Just after he was done, the young man dunked his head into the water, allowing the soft current to help rinse away the suds from his wet, clean hair.

Jabari felt so much better now that he was no longer covered in dirt, blood, and gods know; he even scrubbed nicely around his wound to keep it from getting infection as well. Though, honestly, Dei would want him to see a healer just to be sure. Probably get some medicine to put over it while it healed.

He climbed out of the water now, hands grabbing a towel he'd left upon a large rock by the banks; and went ahead to try his hair first. "What all we get for everything?" he inquired the older male curiously, "decent coin, right?"