[She immediately wants to lean over and look at his efforts, but thinks better of it. This shirt wouldn't be conducive to keeping them both from looking as red as Sousuke's tomatoes he was snacking on earlier.
Instead, she keeps her back straight but leans over just enough to get her arm in range of his head again. That way, she can pull one of his long curls away from his canvas that is her toes. Sure, it's an affectionate gesture, but she'd done his hair for crying out loud.]
You don't have to rush it, though. I'm not going anywhere.
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Instead, she keeps her back straight but leans over just enough to get her arm in range of his head again. That way, she can pull one of his long curls away from his canvas that is her toes. Sure, it's an affectionate gesture, but she'd done his hair for crying out loud.]
You don't have to rush it, though. I'm not going anywhere.