@flxrtiisms cont.
LaFolle rolled her eyes at the thread. She was unsure of whether Colette was serious or not, but she didn’t want to find out. A gentle brush ran through the taller girl’s rough hair, trying to get out any knots. “You know, you can always use my shampoo and conditioner?” LaFolle says with a smile, even if it couldn’t be seen. “I know they give you guys those tiny one-uses, but I’ve enough to spare.”
“Do you want a braid? Papa Stanley taught me how to do braids last week on our holiday!”










