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ѕσηgвιя∂:

        _{⊰☼⊱ ;                  Dearest songbird. Pitiful her, for accepting the pursuits of such a romantic. An interesting face made at his statement before diverting her gaze and aimlessly running a finger through her right twin tail left tangled from hours without a proper combing. She purses her lips, a minuscule pout, and proceeds to break the connection of their hands and undo teal tresses from the confinements of aching elastic while they venture to his parked vehicle. It will be nice to finally sit down, even against the stiff upholstery of his automobile.} 

                          _{“ Mmm — I’m suddenly so tired, “ she says while ruffling hands through the river of aquamarine that crashes against her back and shoulders, sliding hair ties onto her wrists. It’s already a great relief to take down her pig tails — signature look it may be, but with hair as long as her’s long she’s prone to headaches when sporting them for too many consecutive hours. Lips part into an inaudible yawn, quickly covered by the flat of her palm for politeness.} 

_{He can’t help watching her as she pulls hair out of pigtails. There’s something, well, alluring about tangled teal that he can’t quite explain in words. All he knows is that he wants to run his hands through it, feel the bumps and the places where fingers catch on snarls but also the places where it glides through with no resistance. Doing it out of the blue like this, though, would feel strange, so he restrains himself, simply unlocking the door to his car when they come to it.}

     _{❄~ "Ahh, you had a long day, didn’t you?”}

_{He tacks on the end as he idly opens her door for her, not quite sure of the answer. She mentioned falling asleep at Crypton, leading him to assume that she was there for awhile. A day of work could easily be tiring. It wasn’t as though they just sat and sang all day. There were photo shoots, interviews to plan, meetings to go to. Crypton worked their singers.}