@hadplans
“you’re beautiful...!”
it just sort of--slips out, and as soon as hedge realises what they’ve said they’re quick to clap a hand over their mouth--but the damage is done, and no amount of self-silencing can hide the awed gleam in wide eyes as they stare up up up at the tallest person they’ve seen since coming here.
“i’m sorry--” their voice is muffled through their fingers, their free hand coming up to tug at their own hair as if they’re suddenly self-conscious about their minty mop. “but i mean it! your hair is so nice and so green and does it take a lot of work to brush it? do you ever tie it up or put flowers in it?”
the question ‘can i put flowers in it?’ goes unsaid, but it’s clear enough from the way they’re all but vibrating in place with bottled-up energy.












