Jules snickered softly, trying to imagine Jasper hopping up to her house as a toad because Reagan Kelly cursed him or something. It was super implausible, but hilarious anyway. Maybe if she kissed him he would turn back into a man again, but ew, kissing amphibians was pretty gross. "Water is fine," Jules said, since she knew she couldn't drink a bunch and drive home. She was still feeling super mellow from the pot and sex and as usual, she was dreading driving home. Oh well. Maybe she would be alert enough soon that it wouldn't be a big deal. Jules picked up the hex bag again to take it into the living room where she'd left her bag. She made a mental note to try and put a piece of hair inside of it or something. "What are we going to watch?"
Jasper grabbed Jules a bottle of water, and noted how she took the hex bag with her when she left the kitchen. He paused long enough to grab some scissors out of a drawer to take with him too. He wanted to see her put a lock of hair in there, to know that it was done and sealed and safely in her purse. “Whatever you want, I guess,” Jasper answered, sounding vaguely amused. He went to the couch and sat down, setting their food and drinks down on the coffee table in front of them. He offered the scissors out to Jules and nodded at the hex bag. “You should do it now, before you leave,” he said. He could too easily picture Jules pulling up to her house when she went home and suddenly having black eyed kids knocking at her window. Jasper wanted her protected before she even stepped out the door.
She highly doubted Jasper would want to watch anything Jules wanted, but he probably liked silly comedies like The Office or whatever, so she was okay with that, if he had Netflix. She sat down and curled her leg beneath her before noticing the scissors in his hand. Sighing, Jules reached up to pull the hair tie out of her ponytail. "Okay, for one, I can't cut my hair like, where it's noticeable. And if I wear an up-do, a piece of hair can't be shorter than the rest, because it'll totally poke out and look stupid. I don't have a mirror, so you've got to do it." Jules gathered some of her hair and worked on trying to find a small piece that he could snip without it totally ruin her entire head of hair. "Not a lot, right? Just like... a tiny bit."
Jasper was a little surprised that she was going to trust him to make the snip. Fucking her brains out and coming inside of her and driving her around were all one thing, but to do anything to her hair? Now he felt special. He tried not to smirk as he turned to face her on the couch, pulling one leg up onto the cushion and waiting for her to pick her spot. “Not too much, but y’know ... she took a little chunk off of mine, but she was making three of them.” He wasn’t sure if that was helpful information or not, but he knew it probably had to be more than like, a single strand of hair.
Jules glowered at Jasper for a moment. "You are not cutting a chunk out of my hair. Not even a little one." Exasperated, Jules found a few strands of hair behind her ear and pinched them between her fingers before holding it out for Jasper. "Cut towards the end. Like, enough for the bag or whatever, but not past my fingers!" If you asked Jules, this required as much skill as a surgeon trying not to nick a main artery during surgery or whatever. Jules glanced at the scissors. "Are you sure those are sharp enough? Dull scissors causes split ends."