[He nearly goes cross-eyed trying to look up and discern the damage. Pausing only when she insists her preference for the messy-haired look. That...seemed to alleviate him some, but there was a moment's pause in which the pout had yet to fade.]
[Until it did.]
[Because he had an idea. A stupid idea. But an idea.]
Yeah? [He took a step forward.] What if I repaid the favor?
[With that, he playfully darted his hand out, intending to mess with her own locks.]
no subject
[Until it did.]
[Because he had an idea. A stupid idea. But an idea.]
Yeah? [He took a step forward.] What if I repaid the favor?
[With that, he playfully darted his hand out, intending to mess with her own locks.]