Her chocolate eyes watched in stunned silence as that hair began to fall away from his cheeks. Though Malek had been...handsome enough before, those long locks and tamed beard had hardly been what Chizue was usually attracted to. Rather, it was those smooth cheeks and slight stubble that so often drew the young woman - the very sort of thing she found herself staring at now as Malek so intently eyed his transformation within the mirror of her bathroom vanity. It was the delicate sound of her own reassuring voice that drew his gaze towards her, prompting a flush of color upon the apple of cheeks. It baffled her, really, why he chose to hide all of...this beneath such a wealth of hair and yet, it was surely not her place to question such. She was, however, wholly surprised as Malek so abruptly reached forward, pulling her slight figure into his embrace. Her eyes widened as her skin brushed against the bareness of Malek's chest, her words nothing more than stuttered mumbling and yet, even she was inattentive to just how tense her petite figure was within his embrace. Despite their last evening together, Chizue found herself still filled with the fluttering of butterflies within Malek's presence. Perhaps it was that very allure he had, the kind she couldn't put her finger on, or maybe it was the simple fact that - this time, Chizue was utterly in control of her own fluttering emotions.

Chizue was nothing short of still within his arms, at least, until the man sluggishly released her, only to put an appropriate distance between them once again. His inquiry was one she was all too quick to agree to as Chizue's head bobbed quite firmly. "Oh, of...of course." She stated, only to offer an almost hesitant smile as he once again surveyed the mess left within the wake of that unanticipated haircut. Chizue had already resigned herself to cleaning that room after Malek's departure and yet, even he seemed entirely attentive to the extent of that mess. "Oh, it's okay." She made some effort to assure him, the demure Asian entirely content to fall into that role of a proper host - exactly as her family had taught her to be in such a situation. That small gesture towards the door, however, was all the young woman needed to understand that her presence was no longer necessary and slowly her head bobbed as she ducked out of her own bathroom, giving him some privacy once again. It was only once that door closed solidly behind her that a soft exhale left her lips. Tonight was, most certainly, not going as she had planned. It was the sudden silence of the townhome, however, that made her realize her washing machine and completed it's cycle and, for the moment, Chizue was content to busy herself with laundry then fretting over either Malek or the state of her bathroom.

It was only once those clothes had been looked over and were tumbling over one another in the dryer that Chizue found herself settled upon the sofa in her living room. Her chocolate eyes drew upwards at the sound of her bathroom door opening, only for that pink hue to once again fill her cheeks at the sight of Malek's bare chest and Damon's pants settled upon his hips. "Oh, it's - it's okay." She quickly informed him, brushing of that apology with ease. After all, it was hardly his fault he didn't fit in those second hand clothes. Her chocolate eyes followed him as Malek moved towards her sofa, settling down within it's embrace. The question of her lips, however, caught the timid Chizue entirely off guard. "What?" The word left her lips quite without her realizing it before Malek continued, mentioning her decision to leave the very moment she was able to. The very memories of that evening only furthered the pink hue to her cheeks as her gaze turned down to her lap, the young woman far too shy to even look at the man beside her. "Oh, I...I'm sorry. It was fine..I mean, it was good." Chizue was all too quick to correct herself, as if fearing he might misunderstand her and take insult. "I um.....I just....didn't mean for that to happen and...." Her voice trailed off, the young woman unsure of how exactly to explain the very shifts of demeanor that sometimes overcame her, much less her inability to control exactly what she was and how it had so resulted in that unexpected evening in his bed.