[live this life] in regards to new developments in New York

[not_myfirstday]

The sound of the key in the door, the light clack of metal to the wood, sent Fred tumbling off of her lap. Short, newly clipped, nails skittered against the hardwood floors, attempting to get to Flack as soon as the door opened. His little pug nose shoved its way into the gap of the door opening, sniffing shoes and pant-legs trying to figure out if he'd been anywhere interesting.

"Whoa, hey, easy."

Even as the door shut, Elle could hear the tiny clicking sound of nails as Fred circled Don's every move through the foyer. Pushing to her feet, she moved toward the sounds, stretching slightly trying to figure out what time it was. She'd fallen asleep on the couch, watching some bizarre infomercial about maximizing closet space.

Rubbing her eyes she smiled as she turned the corner, "Well, someone's curious about where you --," Elle cut her words off as soon as her eyes had focused on him. "Uh..."

"What?" Don's brow furrowed, looking down at Elle's confused face.

Her gaze narrowed, tilting her head aside as she looked up at him, "Well, I know it works at least."

Don was completely confused. Which was more amusing to Elle than she had considered. Bending down to scoop Fred up and away from Don's shoes, she smirked, "You ran out of your own shampoo, didn't you."

"Yeah, why?"

Standing up straight, she shifted Fred up in her arms, ducking her face down to talk to the dog, "It promised me body and volume and it gave Don poof and height." Looking back to Don, she reached her hand up and threaded it into his hair, "This is an unexpected development in your personal style."

"Is it?" His eyes glanced up at her palm, trying to see what she was doing.

"Yeah, you need either a haircut or your own shampoo," Elle replied, still smirking a bit as her fingers tried to kill the wall of hair that he'd managed to earn himself. Letting her touch thread into it, she combed through the product, trying to keep a hold of Fred as he tried to wriggle free.

"Ow," she winced as she spoke.

"Please, tell me that wasn't from my hair."

Laughing, she looked up at him, "No, that was little nails using my side as a ladder." Letting her fingers slip from his hair, she set Fred to the floor, watching him once more move to sniff at Don's pants, even as bare feet tried to shove him away as Elle moved closer to him.

"So, no one mentioned it? Not even Danny?" Both of her hands threaded into his hair again, pulling her fingers through the length of it, "Because, I mean, I would've thought Danny would've given you a hard time."

Letting her fingers rest to his chest, she smirked, "Well, I think I've done all I can for now, but I'll make sure to get your shampoo at the store this weekend."

"Sounds good."

Elle glanced down to the dog, "Fred, you really should let him get beyond these first few feet into the door." Ducking down she shooed him away from Don's feet, giving his calf a squeeze while she was down there, "Come on, Fred. He just got home and I don't even know what time it is. You probably need a walk."

Standing up, she went to reach for his leash, glancing over her shoulder as Fred opted to move from one set of feet to her own, dancing around her legs as she slides her shoes onto her feet. "I'll be right back." Eyeing his hair again, she shook her head, "It's still up there."

"I'll shower."

Laughing, Elle grinned, "Isn't that where the problem started?"

He shot her a look, but she just smirked, "I'm going. You and your hair can figure out whatever you need to." Shrugging, she wiggled her foot to settle into her shoe, "I can always cut it."

Don laughed, "Go walk the dog, I'll shower then we can pick a new topic to talk about that isnt' my hair."

"Got it," she nodded as she headed out the door, still wishing she'd been awake before he had left for work. Or at least to have seen it at it's maximum poof.