cynixmus replied to your post:and juST CUE SYLVIE TO SPRAWL OUT ACROSS JAYDENS...
She would purse her lips to a thin line before nodding her head. She liked having her hair played with. It was calming and so ruby beady hues just stared up at the drummer.
Well, who was he to deny her the head pets she wanted? He is but a weak man to people who are nice to him. His trembling fingers gently comb through her hair, his eyes having to look away in order to keep himself from getting flustered.











