[She's sweet. This strikes him, although he isn't sure exactly why. She's sweet and she's thoughtful. He puts his hat in his pocket and then, quick as anything, melts under her touch, arms coming to loop around her waist. They were dancing, he's pretty sure, but they're not really dancing anymore. Hugging. This is hugging.]
Heh. Springy?
[Man, what does he do with that? It's a compliment, he thinks, or at least she likes it, so he should say thank you, but . . . well, nobody's called his hair springy before.]
[Except for Sayori, before. Probably.]
Yours is fluffy. [He knows because he has his face in it.]
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Heh. Springy?
[Man, what does he do with that? It's a compliment, he thinks, or at least she likes it, so he should say thank you, but . . . well, nobody's called his hair springy before.]
[Except for Sayori, before. Probably.]
Yours is fluffy. [He knows because he has his face in it.]