She might have been genuinely concerned and irritated, but Jasper found it kind of adorable, and his grin said as much. “They’re sharp, I promise,” he said. He was pretty sure they were sharp, anyway. He reached for the hair, leaning in to see better and holding the ends of it before he made the cut. As far as he was concerned, it was an easy cut, and he sat back again with the hair between his fingers. Jasper reached for the hex bag and offered both out to Jules. “You should do it, I guess.” He had no idea, honestly, Reagan had done his own bags, but she was the witch and he wasn’t. It seemed like it would mean more if Jules closed her own bag.
Jules clenched her eyes shut, wincing until she heard the snip of the scissors. He hadn't had to hack through with those scissors, so she supposed they were sharp enough. Opening her eyes, Jules ran her fingers through the hair, relieved when she didn't feel an immediate difference. Jules sighed and quickly pulled her hair back up and tied it into a ponytail again before she reached for the bag and hair. "You know, other people our age are out getting drunk and going to movies and parties and having fun, and we're sitting here cutting my hair and tying up magical protection bags. I have no idea what happened to my life," Jules mused as she opened the hex bag and peered inside. There looked like herbs and a stone of some kind. Some other things she couldn't quite identify. Jules slipped the hair inside and tied it back up before using the strings to let it sway back and forth in front of Jasper. "Better?"
Jasper chuckled at her words, then nodded as she displayed the bag, unable to keep from smiling at her. She was cute when she bitched about stuff, as long as she wasn’t bitching about him. “We’re high and just had some pretty amazing sex,” he pointed out. “That was fun. And we’re about to eat and have some more fun, there’s just ... some magic bullshit around the edges.” Now that the deed was done and Jules would be protected -- as long as she actually kept the bag on her -- he felt content with that. Jasper set the scissors down and opened up his beer. “And anytime you wanna go to a movie, just say so,” he added as it occurred to him. It was Jules that didn’t want to be seen in public with him, so he’d just always figured movies were off the table.
She supposed that was true. She had left her group of friends who were at Moxie's having fun to come here. And Jules had definitely enjoyed the sex more than she had the milkshakes and noise. "That magic bullshit involved cutting my hair," she mumbled, reaching over to pick up a pizza roll now that they were probably cooled off. Rather than take a bite, she picked at the edge of it, glancing at Jasper. Was he saying he would actually take her to the movies? Would he want to take her out? Would she want him to? Jules shifted on the couch to get a bit more comfortable. "You would take me to a movie?" She was under the impression that he didn't even like her very much, but the sex was just that good. Of course, they were hanging out right now, mostly dressed and they weren't fighting, but... wasn't that some kind of rarity?
It did seem like a rarity, didn’t it? But Jasper was high and sated and content. He’d accomplished what he’d set out to do in helping keep Jules safe, he’d gotten to empty his balls inside of her again, he was currently starting to eat, what more could he ask for? Jasper picked up the remote to go back down to a lower number on the channel list and start flipping. Getting Netflix on the big TV was too complicated for his dad to figure out on his own, so they were limited to cable for the moment, but Gavin liked movies so there were plenty of premium channels to choose from. It was also nicely distracting from the question Jules asked, because that gave him a flutter of nerves, even stoned. “If you wanted to, yeah,” Jasper answered, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “... would you wanna go to a movie with me?”