roc_on
Eventually she wants him to switch sides; she's all asymmetrically hairpulled. She conveys this through picking up his other hand, putting it in place, then tugging on his currently occupied one.
roc_on
Indeed, all those things.
This goes on long enough that Beila's stomach starts growling, though.
This goes on long enough that Beila's stomach starts growling, though.
roc_on
"Yeah, lunchtime." Nuzzle. Lap-extrication. She kisses his most recently hairpulling hand before he can completely retrieve it, and then wafts her comb in her direction, catches it, and fixes her hair.
roc_on
When Beila's hair is presentable, down to the kitchen they go to scare up some lunch.
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