book description thing (as by @foureyedbones)
They were light, pale in the bleak sun of an overcast day, as they made their way down the street. Their hair, shaved at the sides and green as the leaves of mid-spring, is blown over their mismatched eyes as the wind hits their back. It gets caught in their glasses, causing them to make a face; their strong nose scrunches, thin lips pulling into a frown as they try to untangle the black frames from their locks. The wind is no help, their scarf and green jacket flapping in the way.
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Let it be known that I let out a screech of delight at this and then flailed a whole lot. This is also *uncannily* accurate as to a day in the life of me because seriously, my hair is ridiculous - thank you so much XD
