[It's like when the stray cat cautiously noses you and then headbumps and you're like 'yessssss' but internally only.
It's so light it almost tickles a little, face twitching as he tries not to sneeze when her fingers run over his nose. His gaze drifts to the side as he keeps still and lets her make her map, a small exhale.]
Ah, I've been told that before...
[A hand resting on his head. Fingers curling in. A presence, leaned over him, carding through. His fingers curl in his scarf, a different knit, comforting unfamiliarity turning into comforting familiarity. Grounding.]
[she can't linger too long, lest he get so uncomfortable, but she touches it one more time before she lets go, hands coming back down to her lap, and Helena smiles.]
[That's something he can run his fingers through and feel himself, even, shaking his head out before running through the strands adjusting his beanie... although it's everyday to him at this point.]
Your verdict, Miss Helena?
[For once, the sudden formality isn't neutral or pointed... He's just messing around. It says a lot honestly that he's willingly putting any part of himself up for judgement, even playfully like this.]
Edited (little tweak) Date: 2022-02-08 06:39 am (UTC)
[she says it with utmost sincerity, in the way that a true friend can. he is here, and that's wonderful on its own. whoever looks at him knows who he is, and that makes it all the better.]
You should be proud of your appearance, in my view.
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Date: 2022-02-06 11:25 am (UTC)It's so light it almost tickles a little, face twitching as he tries not to sneeze when her fingers run over his nose. His gaze drifts to the side as he keeps still and lets her make her map, a small exhale.]
Ah, I've been told that before...
[A hand resting on his head. Fingers curling in. A presence, leaned over him, carding through. His fingers curl in his scarf, a different knit, comforting unfamiliarity turning into comforting familiarity. Grounding.]
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Date: 2022-02-07 06:27 am (UTC)[she can't linger too long, lest he get so uncomfortable, but she touches it one more time before she lets go, hands coming back down to her lap, and Helena smiles.]
So that's what you look like, huh....
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Date: 2022-02-08 06:39 am (UTC)[That's something he can run his fingers through and feel himself, even, shaking his head out before running through the strands adjusting his beanie... although it's everyday to him at this point.]
Your verdict, Miss Helena?
[For once, the sudden formality isn't neutral or pointed... He's just messing around. It says a lot honestly that he's willingly putting any part of himself up for judgement, even playfully like this.]
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Date: 2022-02-08 07:35 am (UTC)[she says it with utmost sincerity, in the way that a true friend can. he is here, and that's wonderful on its own. whoever looks at him knows who he is, and that makes it all the better.]
You should be proud of your appearance, in my view.