[ It takes her a few seconds to realize he's just staring. With her damp pareo dealt with, she does her best to neaten that side ponytail of hers - and then realising it's a lost cause, she gives up altogether and tugs her scrunchie out so all that mussed up, glittering hair flutters loosely down.
And she's still not doing it on purpose. Idols, man.
She loosely fingercombs her hair, working out the worst of the tangles before she finally looks up and catches his eye - then tilts her head in that infuriatingly innocent way. ]
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And she's still not doing it on purpose. Idols, man.
She loosely fingercombs her hair, working out the worst of the tangles before she finally looks up and catches his eye - then tilts her head in that infuriatingly innocent way. ]
Oberon?
[ Even her voice is clueless. ]