“What.” He has to know about this.Pointed side glaring at Archie. What did they do this time.
; ✿ ⇢ “W-well.. I’m all alone over here… Aside from Jo– er, Splen, but you’ve got visitors with y-you sometimes, r-right?” It’s not really cute Kouhai’s fault– Flaky was only observing Kuzu and Ene’s little appearance in those tags.
☁ ;; — “That’s weird,” she replies right after the stranger’s done speaking, though despite the rather rude comment, she’s still intrigued, only having seen such bright hair color on television. Her hands grab at her own locks, looking down at them and then at the girl.
“… Natural?” the brunette asks, inching forward quite slowly (though it’s only to not scare the girl away. Her curiosity would have to be quenched before anything of that sort happened).
; ✿ ⇢ Crimson irises hid for a moment behind blinking eyelids brows tilting upwards in a confused expression. “..Weird..?” Well, thats a word she’s never heard to describe her hair. Then again, bright colors were rather.. normal in her hometown.
"Y-yes..?“ It’s a question to reply to a question, but only because she’s not exactly sure what is being questioned of being natural. Picking a few strands up, she eyed her hair carefully. "I mean.. .. It’s always looked like this… ? Since I was a baby..”
☁ ;; — She stares at the stranger, blue eyes sparkling with interest. “Red,” she said simply, finger pointing up at her head. “It’s… red…” Was she unsure if she was dreaming? Yep. And so her slim hands pinched her own cheeks, hues immediately brightening once she realizes it’s not.
”It’s… Really red…!”
; ✿ ⇢ Confusion reigns over all emotion for a quick moment, before the girl nods her head, rather slowly. “Ah.. Y-you mean my hair…?” Question is given, followed by hands lifting to tug very lightly at a few of the spiky strands hanging over her shoulders. That’s the only thing this other could be talking about– right? Her hair..?
"I-if so.. Y-yeah, it’s pretty red.. But so is S-splendont’s… “
; ✿ ⇢ Fingers idly comb through slightly tangled tresses, tugging free a few of the looser knots. It’s a nervous tic she’s learned was developed over time, along with many more. Such as the way her feet shuffled as quietly as possible when walking, listening out for just about anything and everything that might be coming around the corner. Like a kitchen wall. … Or a rabid dog. … Or maybe even a spaceship?
She could never tell with this town, could she? It was the case of either staying as far away from things as possible, or to suffer painful things every day. Of course, with the luck this girl had, she often suffered either way, from the simplest of things, too.
An…. BAM– ! Turns out thinking about messing things up usually leads to just that.
The fingers that had been combing through her hair now rested atop her head, nursing a growing bump– this was why you shouldn’t walk looking at the ground, street signs try to bite you.
