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Tramp nodded.  "Sure.  I can do that."

Ashton nodded and asked what all Tramp needed to help him with his hair.

"We'll start with water and a brush or comb," Tramp said, wincing as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

Ashton nodded and rummaged around until he found the comb, and grabbed a couple glasses of water, for drinking as well as the comb thing.

Tramp sat cross-legged on the bed, humming softly as he dipped the comb in the water and began combing Ashton's hair.  He was careful and gentle, starting at the bottom and working his way up.

"So what are you charging for your services?" Ashton half teased.

"I figured this could go toward room and board, unless you want something else?" Tramp asked, focused on his work.

"I'll take it as going towards room and board." Ashton chuckled. "So you are a dancer and a hair dresser? Is there anything you can't do?"

"Sing," Tramp smiled.  "And lots of other things that I won't tell."

"I can't sing either." Ashton laughed. "So we have that in common at least."

Tramp giggled.  "I can't fly, either.  I tried once, but it didn't work out so well."

"I have broken a leg and dislocated a shoulder to that." Ashton said. "I underestimated the gap between two roofs and fell. Hit the fire escape on the way down."

Tramp looked at him, bending around to look.  "You tried to fly from one roof to the next?" he giggled.  "I tried to fly off a building, too,"

"We're you more successful than me?" Ashton asked. He half wanted to try and flirt, and allude Tramp to an angel, but was scared at how he would take it.

"I woke up in a dump truck," Tramp giggled, returning to Ashton's hair.  "I think I landed in dumpster, but I don't remember.  It took me forever to get the smell of trash out of, well, me!  Trash does not make for a good cologne."

Ashton took a deep breath. He almost said it. He almost asked Tramp why he didn't use his wings and fly like the angel he was. Instead, he chickened out. "Well, I for one am glad you're all right." Ashton told Tramp.

"Me, too," Tramp chuckled.  He ran his fingers through Ashton's hair, fussing with it gently.  Ashton really did have nice hair, and he was sweet.  "Maybe get this trimmed a little.  The ends are split."

"Uh, want some scissors?" Ashton asked. "Pretty sure I can find some around here somewhere."

Tramp paused, his fingers still tangled in Ashton's hair.  "You trust me to snip snip your hair?"

Ashton shrugged. "At least more than myself. I have no clue when it comes to hair."

"Okay!  I'll snip snip you into even more gorgeousness than you already are!" Tramp cheered.

Ashton's face blushed as Tramp called him gorgeous, and he shuffled off to find scissors. "Anything else you need?" He asked when he returned.

"This is everything!  Now sit still," Tramp told him.  He brushed through the hair one more time then began snipping carefully.  He hummed slightly off tune as he took his time cleaning up Ashton's hair.  "There!"  He sat back, suddenly nervous and shy.  "Do you like it?"

Ashton looked in the mirror curiously. After examining it, he smiling brightly at Tramp. "I love it! Thank you!"

Tramp straightened proudly.  "Yay!  And you really look good, too."  Tramp looked at Ashton, really looked at him for the first time.  He did look good.  Really good, and it was more than just the bod and the hair.  It was something else. 
Tramp jerked his head, clearing his mind.  He smiled at Ashton, mischief in his eyes.  "You're going to be bagging every pretty lady in sight, you know.  And more than one lovely lad, as well."