[She still pretends to fight, her hands on his chest as if she means to push him away, but she only applies a little bit of force. Definitely not enough to do anything with...
But as soon as his fingers find her hair, it's like everything in her body stops working. Her fingers relax at his chest, her laughter and smile both relax, and her head dips forward with a low hum of approval. She always likes when he plays with her hair—whether it's washing it, brushing it, or simply running his fingers through it. It was always something special, and something that she would silently encourage him to do when she was too shy to ask for it otherwise.]
...Mmm, that's too bad...
[She mutters it under her breath.]
I've got too much hair to do anything with, though.
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But as soon as his fingers find her hair, it's like everything in her body stops working. Her fingers relax at his chest, her laughter and smile both relax, and her head dips forward with a low hum of approval. She always likes when he plays with her hair—whether it's washing it, brushing it, or simply running his fingers through it. It was always something special, and something that she would silently encourage him to do when she was too shy to ask for it otherwise.]
...Mmm, that's too bad...
[She mutters it under her breath.]
I've got too much hair to do anything with, though.