That girl... is walking on her hair.
In theory, this should mean less than nothing to Kris. After all, they live in a house with goat monsters. They’re friends (friends?) with Susie. Their teacher is a dragon, albeit the most nervous one Kris has ever heard of. They’ve met Rouxls Kaards, even. Prehensile (purple) hair really shouldn’t be that impressive.
But... it looks... cool? Intriguing. Engaging. It has their attention, and they’ve been following her for a short distance now, waiting for her to slow so they can get a closer look. They don’t mean to be creepy- even as they think they should stop, though, the thought slips away. They only have room in their mind for the fascination.
Their palms itch, and they press them against their thighs hard.
Oh, they want to touch it. They can’t, of course. They won’t. But they want to.
When she slows, they can hear her talking into her phone. Their head tips, and the curiosity about what she’s saying takes up residence right next to their fascination with her hair. They edge closer, again, closer-
And of course, she turns around, for whatever reason, right at that moment, and they stumble back, eyes wide before they duck their head to shake their bangs into their face, peering through them at her. Their hands lift, quickly, defensive.
«Sorry.»
@entraptasaur
