[And then he promptly drops back down, laughing a little as she flops face down onto the bed. He breathes in deep.
Vanilla. Like a cake, or sugar cookie. He almost says something, but he thinks, coming from him, "you smell nice" wouldn't be the most welcome. Or maybe she'd shrug it off, but he'd still feel embarrassed having to explain what he really means.
He looks her over, her grown-out hair, when she sits up a bit. She looks fine to him, but this is what he saw when he first met her. The part-grown-out look is her. But he understands a change to feel more comfortable.]
Haven't combed... not yet... [He supposes he should before it dries.]
Would offer to... help with... shaving it out... but I don't... want to nick you... [or be around if she gets nicked.] Could snip... with scissors... no one cares... anymore... about evenness...
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[And then he promptly drops back down, laughing a little as she flops face down onto the bed. He breathes in deep.
Vanilla. Like a cake, or sugar cookie. He almost says something, but he thinks, coming from him, "you smell nice" wouldn't be the most welcome. Or maybe she'd shrug it off, but he'd still feel embarrassed having to explain what he really means.
He looks her over, her grown-out hair, when she sits up a bit. She looks fine to him, but this is what he saw when he first met her. The part-grown-out look is her. But he understands a change to feel more comfortable.]
Haven't combed... not yet... [He supposes he should before it dries.]
Would offer to... help with... shaving it out... but I don't... want to nick you... [or be around if she gets nicked.] Could snip... with scissors... no one cares... anymore... about evenness...