<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

While the final stages of styling were beginning their rotations, Donnie kept scrolling ─ and kept shifting between a state of mild annoyance, a state of confusion, and a state that exuded an offensive aura. "Man this why I don't be on this shit. Niggas out here trippin'. Even Unc on his bullshit," he muttered, cheek between teeth. It wasn't until Kim asked about another album that he spoke as more than mere vocalized thoughts. "I'm workin' on it. Might be gettin' a mixtape first," he answered. Interestingly enough, Donnie's mixtape releases were of a different variety. As opposed to his albums, those tended to be a bit more... aggressive in nature. He'd settle on that decision over time.

Meanwhile, the Corbyn sisters were reentering the salon as well. Leon was caught weakly reciprocating Iris's thumbs-up gesture when he felt Nikki's hand upon his shoulder ─ a hand that came with congratulations. "Cheers, Nik. You lot pregnant yet?" he asked just as he'd been doing of late, and just as he'd admitted to doing freely. Only a moment later, Leon was looking at his blood siblings, both Hop and Iris. Their hairstyles had each undergone some massive upgrades. For Hop, however, he had something to say while Nikki looked the lad over. "Startin' to look like the old man over there, Hop." Those words reached Hop's ears, but not his brain. No... his mind was going a mile a minute while Nikki complimented the look. Internally, Hop had already decided he'd be finding a way to acquire more of that product. He'd inspect himself, take photos from all angles, and replicate every single spike atop his head if possible! Apart from that, Leon had a statement for the departing Iris as well. "Oy, don't go puttin' Ron out of business too quick! Other side of the fam still needs a money maker if Nik falls on her arse!"

[Apollymi]

Donnie was filtering through the newsfeed finding himself swept up in a media storm, because of Casper Drake among some other things. This time however, he seemed almost mentally exhausted by the callouts and while speaking his mind, Kim looked up, brow ever so lightly furrowed. "You know, people unplug when shit get that kinda annoyin'," Kim mentioned with a casual disposition. She knew what it was like to get swept up in nonsense. Still, there was actual news about some upcoming musical work, as a mixtape might be coming before an album, "Well, girly can't say no to a mixtape, bet it up!~" Kim said seemingly excited without all the context. Nikki for her part in this had her brows furrow too, "Do I even wanna know?" she wondered almost casually.

At the same time, Leon was experiencing his comeback amid some rather strange movements on his part. Still, he didn't seem too out of sorts considering what his last couple of days had looked like. At the same time, Hop was making the same decision that many men did about their appearance based on a single positive opinion, one that came from Nikki and not Leon. "You're right, looks a bit more like 'em this way," Nikki said during that examination of Hop's face. "I mean, I will. But it's kinda a lot to deal with…" Nikki admitted. Her hair had taken a lot of precise work and way more time than she would have liked to admit. "I know, I know… I can see it. But I got it, promise~" Kim said more than willing to go through the work. Once Nikki was seated with a fresh smock around her, hair ties were removed and fingers played in hair. She could tell how the lass tamed her hair. She could feel her scalp and the residual products they weren't bad ones either. But they weren't the kind of thing that Kim could offer either. "Yo, this is gonna be fire, I got the hell outta this~" Kim confirmed as she began mixing another milk and honey shampoo set with a bit of palm oil and a light bit of a floral extract which would mimic that 'Blue Lotus' extract she couldn't yet get her hands on. No matter, Leon was boosting Iris's self esteem after seeing her shake those locks free. She looked at her older brother as if assessing the validity of his claims. "Thanks…" she mentioned, as she headed upstairs. "Though I need an outside opinion, you guys will always be nice to me," she mentioned a furrow in her brow. "I mean if you want to be a model I'll retire. I'm tired of people bugging me," Ronnie said, as she dozed lazily in the sunlight. It would be that sort of word that had Iris upstairs in that room, beginning to take pictures of herself. Her first set were simple enough normal selfies to assess the look and one was sent to a certain young man she knew with no direct connection to her family whose opinion she trusted, with the caption. Trying something different. Need an outside opinion… to be sent to the phone of her white haired lunch companion. All the while a different kind of plan was forming in her head. If Donnie was already downstairs searching through his phone. Perhaps… she should send him a couple as well. She sent one with a full view in her little half-hoodie with a smile on her face and all that long hair caught mid-sway. Need outside opinions. Would be all the message said.

[Bloodedge]

Just as Kim said, it was a normal reaction to divert one's attention when seeing such annoyances online. Donnie, on the other hand, had already entered a rabbit hole with very little traction for climbing out. Worse still, there were fresh posts, threads and comments appearing in real time as he progressed. "Nah, 'cause who the fuck he think he is puttin' me on a timer? I'll cook his ass too if I feel like it!" Donnie grumbled. Nikki didn't have all the context for what was going on, and thus wondered if she even wanted to know. Did she? Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. Whatever the answer, Donnie wouldn't be providing it immediately ─ at least not the full context. "Goofy ass gettin' online thinkin' I ain't got the smoke for him everybody on this damn app! I don't remember tellin' lil' niggas they could get to barkin' all up the walls out here!"

Donnie's annoyance would only last so long before a lid was placed on it. Of course, a lidded simmer still carried a danger of boiling over... and the world would see that happen eventually. While he was working himself down, a certain white-haired young man halfway across the world was receiving a message. Iris's new hairdo was noted rather quickly, random though the message itself was. Regardless, she'd be getting a somewhat prompt response. The hair? It looks mature. Finally washed it? asked a man who'd once assumed Iris went a bit too deep into the 'natural' look ─ something that had become a semi-frequent joke of sorts. At the same time, Donnie was being distracted from his scrolling by an image sent his way. He could only wonder in the moment why she bothered sending that as a message, as opposed to asking out in the open. Once he gave it some consideration... Donnie began believing it was another of Iris's traps. A few deep breaths had to be taken for him to think of anything beyond those annoyances, so his response wouldn't be nearly as quick as the other male's.

[Apollymi]

Donnie was currently stewing. Kim had seen this sort of behavior before, and she wasn't the one to do anything but hype him up, whether he needed it or not. "Ah, so we mad mad today! Aight. I'm bout it!~" Kim seemed just as ready to be about the action as Donnie himself needed to be, all while giving Nikki such a comfortable hair wash that the woman was absolutely quiet. And in a moment like this Ronnie looked at Kim and chuckled, "Oy, lass around here ready to be chav with the rest of us!~" Ronnie was also fully emotionally and mentally prepared to be 'ratchet' as the Americans would call it. Apparently, someone was online acting like they didn't know the kind of people they were playing with, Nikki heard that and sighed. A long conversation with her lawyer had gotten her the point of 'don’t engage until after the order is properly served.' so Nikki was respecting the order of operations. Interestingly enough, Donnie had no such preoccupation and had apparently been dragged a bit, on something strange. Oh well, this was going to turn into maybe the best album ever and Nikki was for it on several different levels.

Beyond that Iris had sent out her first round of text messages. One sent for a proper outside opinion, got her a response from her lunch friend. And it came with a standard version of a joke they shared and the acknowledgement that she somehow looked more mature. Tower, we've been through this… but yeah, my hair was definitely washed and handled by an absolute professional~ Appreciate the opinion, I needed it from someone not obligated to be nice to me. Iris concluded. Just the same she'd not gotten an answer back from a man she knew was precisely downstairs. If she had to make an assumption, she'd say he was probably still studying and being on about the coming storm surrounding Casper Drake. As such, she'd use this moment as a test, and find out exactly how much it took to distract the man. The next picture she took was her pulling down on that skirt just a peek at perfectly slim hip bones and that thong line she'd been forced into. It's been called mature… was all the message said, as the long ends of that purple hair was thrown over her shoulder in the image hanging down near that flesh with purpose. She was baiting him, semi hard.

[Bloodedge]

Maybe the result of this whole debacle would be a mixtape, or maybe it would become the most offensive album Donnie had released to date. He couldn't tell just yet; it all depended on how much he recorded in the future, whether there were hooks applied to the songs, and so-on. As always, he received nothing but encouragement from the likes of Kim. She had no issues with the aggressive behavior sent toward those who crossed the young rapper. It seemed Nikki was of a similar mind, and knowing of Ronnie's public history... it was easy to assume the same of her. "And y'all niggas just gon' let me write somebody's eulogy. You know what? Maybe I need that," he claimed. Over time, Donnie would actually manage to calm down significantly... for now.

As that calming occurred, he was also the recipient of a message from Iris. Though he didn't immediately respond to that first image, Iris's time was filled with a brief back-and-forth with her school companion. When she sent that last message to the other male, there was the possibility of Iris seeing a "replying" sign in the text thread. It appeared, disappeared, appeared again, then... stopped entirely. Whatever he had to say, it was never articulated and sent. What was sent, however, was a message from Iris to Donnie: another image of a riskier nature that caught his attention. Mature, she said. There was definitely something highly mature about that second image. Donnie even knew precisely the room she was taking those pictures from. The bait was so obvious... but maybe being upset on the internet was affecting his mentality too much? Surely he wasn't thinking of actually making a trip upstairs... but then, why was his leg shaking now when it hadn't been before? He did manage a message the second time. It read simply: Yeah I bet.

[Apollymi]

Kim was certainly ready to make sure Donnie was fully prepared to go into battle. She'd hype him up and she'd help. Ronnie was the type of young woman who'd go into battle with him, fully prepared to slash tires and act like a hoodlum because… she had a good lawyer and plenty of money to throw at problems. Nikki was also fully prepared to act up, and cover anyone she needed to in the situation. As such, Donnie could be counted as having a full set of support coming from behind him. As Kim washed Nikki's hair completely massaging scalp and all, she nodded her head. "Hell yeah, we're gassing you up to write a nigga eulogy. Dee, I'd drive you to the funeral so you can deliver it. I'm 'bout the action. We only gas up 'round here!" Kim stated earnestly as the type of girl who had been doing such things her whole life, Ronnie was soon clapping her hands together, "I don't half-love you!~ We need this energy!~" Ronnie encouraged as well, seeming to assign Kim an honorary spot in the family. Beyond that Nikki, "Yeah, mate I'm down too. But ah… I need a minute. Can't be cross while someone's washin' my hair~" Nikki admitted even barely managing to stifle a moan.

Ah but it would seem that Donnie let go of that, while Nikki was finished up and given the rinse that would lead to a sitting detangle and a mix of oils, milk and honey meant to let her hair settle properly. All the while, Iris was upstairs. While she waited on a reply to her message, she saw her friend seemingly working on a response, but it wasn't consistent work. Perhaps he was simply a bit busier than she gave credit for. Or maybe he was commuting somewhere. It was spring break after all, she didn't expect his undivided attention and she thought nothing odd about it. She didn't even give it any extra thought, but she did give some extra to how long Donnie took to respond. And she wasn't the only one. Kim was detangling hair and watching as Donnie's leg shook and his eyes remained focused on his phone. 'That's not an angry look… leg shaking real specific,' Kim thought as she allowed her glance to shift momentarily. 'If I was that age, trying to get some attention… I'd probably do that shit too,' Kim concluded. At the same time, the 'bet' type of message Iris received would be given another push in the next direction, the pulled down skin of her hip remained in place as she sent another picture of her… working the zipper of hoodie open, revealing more flesh and the fact that she definitely didn't bother with a bra as the exposed flesh between held the line of 'barely appropriate', and definitely teasing. I could take it a bit farther… the ensuing text message read.

[Bloodedge]

Certain individuals had a complete lack of brakes, instead possessing an additional accelerator. Kim purported to be one of those people. Ronnie chimed in again to appreciate the kind of energy shown. Even Nikki, who for all intents and purposes was caught in the nigh-orgasmic experience of a deep hair cleanse, voiced her own support of the behavior. Donnie had gotten used to being around others who spoke on the side of sense and avoiding unnecessary conflict... or rather, avoiding bringing a bomb to a fistfight. Now, he was being encouraged to go fully atomic on a candy thief. "Aight, but if y'all accomplices, we gon' do this right. I'ma start it all wit' a warnin' shot. Lil' flex, som' light~" he decided.

Going forward, Donnie would be transitioning into a bit of online shopping... for an entire Lamborghini. What Drake had and lost, he was going to have just because he could. That would be part of the flex. Speaking of flexes however, Iris was content to flex her own maturity, which existed well beyond her years. He'd given a response to that risqué image before pulling up a shopping page, but Iris wasn't done there. Before he even managed the quick purchase, another push notification appeared with an attached image. According to Iris, she could take things farther still ─ even farther than the current shot that had him staring, leg ceasing its shaking behavior in exchange for both knees swinging like pendulums in opposition. 'Man, ain't no fucin' way!' Donnie thought. No physical sense was made here. Getting up was making more sense by the moment. First, though, he had to clear the purchase on a new Lamborghini. . .

[Apollymi]

Donnie was steadily discovering that in a room full of women who supported him, he wouldn't find a single naysayer who'd keep him from acting up in response to disrespect. Besides all that there was a certain kindred nature that said that disrespect had to be repaid in kind, and handled decisively. Nikki's agreement amidst some strange noises made Kim chuckle. "Girl, when the last time someone else did your hair, you sounding like you need the attention~" Kim teased as if this was a perfectly normal reaction to her fingers rubbing against someone's scalp. "It's been ages. But I seem to have a lot more time, now. Time to treat myself, innit?!~" Nikki claimed seeming to fall into all sorts of interesting habits in relaxed places. At the same time, Ronnie and Kim were nodding their heads. "I don't know if light is the way to go, but I'm down~" claimed Ronnie. "Might be a bit more than an accomplice at this point. As a co-conspirator I will do what I always do, Though I don't really know what a lil' flex is~" Nikki chattered. "Girl me either, he can flex it all the way up. Where I'm from we stomp niggas like roaches, 'til they stop movin'~"

At the same time, Donnie would be going about his purchases and orchestrating his shout out. It would be in that time that Nikki's hair was conditioned and detangled, rinsed and wrapped. She was just finishing up the process and motioning for Ronnie to take next wash, when Iris upstairs was left to far too many of her own devices. Those messages she sent to Donnie weren't going to stop until she got what she wanted. He may not have believed what was happening but it'd only get worse. A moment after that last text, after waiting an appropriate amount of time she sent one more. This one of her bent over in front of one of those mirrors. Cheeks showing in an upskirt from the thong, her face to left side all that long hair going down to her knees from the bend and her back arched like she was fully advertising herself. She put no caption on this one, only a devilish smiley face as was the norm for her own generation. She would see what it got her, and if nothing came of it… some more thought would be necessary, but for now… she was almost certain she could make a move. Besides, she was still conscious enough to need to make a few of these moves on her own, Melly was down for the same thing, they'd discussed taking a few liberties on their own whenever they felt comfortable, and Iris was feeling more comfortable than ever.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie fell silent. The exchange about his reactive behavior seemed to be reaching its natural end anyway, so he didn't think too much about his lack of words at the moment. Actually, Donnie didn't have much room to think about that anyway. While he was still looking at some key points of Iris's second picture, a third began downloading to his device. Most of what he saw when the download completed was... ass. That new hairstyle was absolutely more mature, as it did a lot more work to age the girl's appearance. He didn't see what Iris truly was in that image. No, all Donnie saw was... where he could be. 'Man, fuck! Act like I won't tear that ass up!' That thought was all he could manage. Donnie's legs stopped moving, his free hand rubbed one thigh, and then... he got up.

"I'ma be back," Donnie stated while excusing himself. He'd soon be revisiting a staircase he'd been so recently fornicating upon, climbing up toward a room he knew Kim used for photography and publication purposes. The very same room Iris took those photos in, Donnie himself had been photographed in multiple times. Now, that premium lighting and ambiance would be where Donnie stepped in, semi-hard cock already thumping its way toward greater firmness, torso still fully exposed as it had been most of the day, and one hand still holding that phone to his face as if he wondered if another image would be appearing upon it. What would he see when that door swung open? That would determine his next course of action.

[Apollymi]

The lull in conversation was completely normal. As hair was treated and bodies shifted around the room, the quiet hum of conversation, playful words and laughs between young women made the atmosphere of the shop feel uniquely normal. Of course, in that same time, Kim was able to observe a great many things, this of course included the workings of Donnie's body. She saw the multiple shifts and knew when he was planning to get up. All before he excused himself she saw the movement of thoughts across his face, 'She got him… I guess I got time to get this other one under the dryer before I go check on them~' Kim thought almost absently. "Alright Sis, you all good. Under the dryer, lets get the curve of this new swing set~" Kim claimed while sitting Nikki under a dryer to relax for about an hour. Ronnie on the other hand was getting her hair washed, a bit of cocoa extract would make her milk and honey shampoo a bit thicker and able to coat her strands better. An almost soft purring would be coming from Ronnie as Kim chattered away. "Aw-naw. You the cat? You actually make cat noises? You aren't gonna like bite me if I rub your belly are ya'?~" Kim was lightly teasing.

While that took place downstairs, Iris upstairs committed fully to her deviance as she always would. She was getting a man worked up and heard him coming up the stairs. She did entertain the idea of it not being him, but in the case of it being any of her siblings she could easily make them more embarrassed than herself. So what would Donnie be seeing, the girl snapping another picture of herself, that skirt fully flipped up one hand over a cheek round enough to make one question exactly how much life she'd lived and a hip spread that would say she gave birth as she squatted and kept her legs spread wide. She was taking that precise picture, "Should I send this one too, or are you just gonna have a butcher's?~" Iris wondered that accent of hers still present even though she had less of the cockney accent her siblings showed all the time. Just the same she made her ass shake bouncing in the mirror so that regardless of where he looked she could have a bit of attention.

[Bloodedge]

Once Donnie set foot in that room, he bore witness to something he only expected to see of the more legitimately mature sorts, like... any of the women in Iris's family, bar the girl herself. That squatting posture was indicative of someone who knew how to sit atop an erection. The hand on Iris's bare ass told the tale of someone who knew how to make a show of the aforementioned activity. The bounce she added was even what he expected of someone showing their intentions for the near future. Though he still had that phone at the ready, his eyes were instead drawn directly to the girl as she snapped a fourth picture.

Did Donnie want that latest photo sent, or did he simply want to look? Such was the question posed by Iris herself. Already, Donnie was swaggering his way over, hand on his groin and a glint in his eye. "Shit, both. But we got somethin' else to talk about first. See you and me got a lil' chat to finish, and you blowin' my shit up like you itchin' to do that. So wassup wit' it?" he questioned. If nothing else, Donnie still had a bit of residual steam to blow off. Perhaps that would be clear enough as he approached Iris as if he were ready to drop his trousers at a moment's notice.