It had been almost a week since Matty Morvay had left his entire life behind to run off with a man he’d met exactly twice, mostly because that man had some idea of a plan that would take him far, far away from it. Far away from the Gilded Lily and all the people he knew before. Part of him regretted it, if he was being honest with himself. He missed the other whores — well, some of them. Some of them he hoped would choke and die, but some of them were alright. He also missed his bed. Gods, that bed was nice. Soft and warm and silent as the grave. He would have smuggled it out the window too if he thought he could have gotten away with it.
Alas, no. The bed was left behind. As were most of his things, aside from some of his favourite outfits and the pile of expensive trinkets that he had taken and sold to pay for the rinky little boat that he lived on now. He was starting to get used to the small, lumpy mattress that he had swore to replace as soon as he had more than two hats to rub together.
The bed was only really small because he had to share it, but he was getting used to that as well. It wasn’t like he hadn’t made a living out of sharing his bed for the last however many years. It was just one more challenge that came with finally forging his own way in the world. Speaking of challenges, he was beginning to think that he had bitten off a bit more than he could chew with the latest one he had taken on. Seated on the lumpy mattress, comb and hair brush in hand, staring at the back of the head of his shiny new business partner, trying to figure out how to tackle the absolute rat’s nest that the man’s hair had wound itself into.
After several washes and more than a generous amount of soap, it was finally a proper, mostly uniform blonde colour again, but the washing had only made the tangles worse. Matty was determined, however. He would conquer this mountain of knots and get himself a presentable partner, even if it meant holding him down and shaving his head.