He shrugged,”I dunno, really.”
“Oh, well, I hope you feel better. I head today is pancake day.” She hesitates, but pats his shoulder once before pulling her arm back and holding her hand as if she had touched a stove.
He lifted a brow, then crossed his arms. “What was that fer? Is there somethin’ wrong?”
“Maybe I like m’ hair this way…”
“Well, I like the bedhead look. I just don’t know if the staff here would approve of such a heinous disregard for personal hygiene.”
“It’s not like I don’t bathe, I do.. I jus’ don’t feel up ta par ta’day…”
“Oh, why not? What’s wrong?”
He shrugged,”I dunno, really.”
“Maybe I like m’ hair this way…”
“Well, I like the bedhead look. I just don’t know if the staff here would approve of such a heinous disregard for personal hygiene.”
“It’s not like I don’t bathe, I do.. I jus’ don’t feel up ta par ta’day…”
“What th’ fuck do ye want…?”
She ducked her head. “Nothing. Would you like to borrow my hairbrush?”
“I’m fine, I don’t need a hairbrush,” he said, running his hand through it a few times.
She stared at his hair a bit. “… Yeah, you might need a hairbrush. Have you looked in a mirror yet?”
“Maybe I like m’ hair this way…”
