#beforus alt

[charybdistouchstone]

The bit-glitch appearance of sky and ground where another bubble brushed her’s was hardly unfamiliar. Though she avoided scurrying willy-nilly into another’s bubble, that would be impolite, she did pick her way calmly thru the trees that had newly grown behind her cliff side hive. New bubbles were a good chance to meet people outside of the random internet connections she could grab from the void. She came to the edge of the trees, staring at a hive across a small meadow. Not one to sneak up on a new place, but also aware not all bubble denziens were friendly, or aware they were in a bubble, she kept to the tree line as she called out.

“Hello! Is anyone hive?”

[charybdistouchstone]

He sat up again and looked at her face to face with a little smile "i don't knoww about wwhere you're from but usually hair brushing and massages are reservved for someone you're pale for. Are you tellin me somefin lil doll~" he ran a finger across her neck, then rested the hand there, not gripping her neck but just a nice hand hold to control her movement.

She had wiggled to sit cross-legged as he sat up, chin in palm, elbow on kneee, and back curved to keep her posture. She sat up a bit straighter at this, though, hand dropping from her chin with a clearly forced scoff, voice just above a murmur "It's not exclusively a pale activity, " she cleared her throat and spoke clearer, even as a light blush colored up her ears. "a-and besides! You asked me to do the brushing! Who's telling whoooo." She broke off with a shiverd noise at the movement on her neck. She might have tipped into the touch with a slight hum at the minor temperature difference from their colors, but she wouldn't admit it and was to busy pressing fingers to her face in reaction to the noise, and staring at her knee in embarrassment to tell if he noticed.

[charybdistouchstone]

The soft noise of bristles rustling thru hair almost overshadowed a soft humming as she drug the brush down. Her free hand now cupped under the strands to keep the bristles off the neck before her, earlier occasionally bracing the strands from yanking when she had found knots. She was still pleased to do this particular activity, even though exposure had chilled her from most of her "attending" reflexes towards highbloods. She liked fondling his hair, and being trusted at his back and neck wasn't a bad feeling either.