That stupid hat that I hate, makes drawing scenes where they’re next to anyone a nightmare. Wavy hair Loop is at least fun to draw.
Anyway I’m done with most of my exams. I still have two left, and one I need to study a lot for, but I’ll back to writing chapter 4 again. In the meantime, a chapter 3 sneak peak but drawn.
Full thing if it’s hard to read in the art:
“Could we…” they trail off and reach up to pull their hat over their face in embarrassment. “Could we do what we did before again?”
“Touch therapy?” You’re lucky you don’t have a mouth, because the smirk you feel is wide and smug.
The choked, squawking noise that escapes them gets cut off with a sharp intake of breath. They turn their head away, and you briefly catch a glimpse of a horrendously flushed face.
“Is— ahah, is thaaht what we’re calling it?” Was that a voice crack?
“Do you have a better suggestion?” You tilt your head, batting your lashes cutely.
Their face scrunches up. “You’re making fun of me.”
“I’m teasing you! There’s a difference.” You’re allowed a little teasing you think, as a small revenge for all of their teasing of you.
Well, it’s not as if they remember it, so maybe you’re being a bit unfair.
“Never mind.” Loop mumbles disappointedly.
“Hey, that’s wasn’t me thinking it’s silly or stupid, and it definitely wasn’t me saying no! We can do touch therapy if you need.” Need. You have to stress that. It’s not something they just want, it’s something they need. You’ll beat that into their skull if you have to.
They look embarrassed again. “Okay….”
You smile. “Your move, Siffrin.”
They’re confused, as they often are with you, and they move from their root to yours, sitting beside you. They look at you, expectantly.
“Your move,” you reiterate.
“Wuh— but I can’t— Stardust, I—!” They cut themselves off, and stare down at their trembling hands. “I can have this, I’m allowed to…” they mutter to themselves, and look between you and their hands. Gently, they pull off their gloves, and toss them aside.
They dither for a time, hands hanging uselessly in the air. They’re holding their breath.
Finally, Loop places their bare hand on yours. You reach out with your own and rub up and down their sleeveless arm.
They breathe out. “And you’re… here, with me?”
…You think of warm spa waters, and laughter.
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