The Definite or Defiant ~1x1~ V.1

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"Mm." He nodded. "I don't sleep unless I'm tired and I only get tired during lunch." He laughed a bit.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"Really? Well maybe you should try and flip it so that you're tired at night. You know, I could probably wear you out so that you went to sleep when most people do." I pointed out.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"Try me." Trace whispered. He touched his head, then sighed. He grabbed his comb and combed his hair, only getting the knots out of it, not helping the craziness. He let out a frustrated breath and looked around. "I have to go to town. You want to come when you finish eating?"

[~AmethystMonolik~]

I nodded. "Mhm. Sure, but I need to get cleaned up. It'll only take a few minutes. . ." I ate a few bites. "You know, your hair looks good like that, if you're going to get more jell."

[.:TenorMahol:.]

"It doesn't look good like this. Look at this mess." He pointed to his head with both index fingers.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"Hey, I like it. Don't go judging my tastes." I let out a laugh. "And if your hair's a mess then mine is, like, ten times worse. I might even have leaves stuck in it. Or a mouse." I looked up at my bangs and blew them out of my face.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

He smiled, and I saw two shining fangs in his mouth. He pushed some of the hair behind my ear. "Yeah, all you need to do is put a brush through it. You want me to?" His eyes shined softly. "I've never had someone with long hair. Tabitha used to let me, like, a year or two ago." He laughed softly. "But only when she was in fox form." He rubbed his head, then went to the counter, picking up my new brush.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"I mean... Sure. If you want." I shrugged softly. "I've never really liked brushing my hair anyway, so you're welcome to it." I smiled softly and ate the last bite of the chocolate biscuit thing. I left the rest, not able to eat anymore.

[.:TenorMahol:.]

Trace stood behind me and brushed my hair, being very gentle with it. With his smooth care, the knots came out quite easily. "Thank you." Trace whispered. He set the brush onto the table, then walked towards his room. "I'm going to get ready to go to town, if you still want to come." He smiled back at me.

[~AmethystMonolik~]

"Oh! Right. I had forgotten about that." I let out a soft laugh. "Yeah. Let me go get real clothes on, and I'll be happy to go." I picked up my plate and set it outside like Trace had said, and then I ran to my room, changing into my new clothes. They fit okay... But they were still a little big. "Hm." I guess I needed smalls. I walked out of the room again, looking around for Trace.