Jun 17, 2015
( brush ) J loved pastels. More than anything did he love yellow hues, and blue hues. This man didn't sport many gentle blues, but his strangely organized hair was pale gold he could almost... Touch. And J certainly didn't have a reputation for making other people feel BAD when he put his hands on them. So he reached put from his spot on his large chair he laid across, and gently curled his fingers around the locks nearest the man's cheek, his fingers gently brushing against his skin.
The medicine seller didn’t flinch, but merely raised a brow at the contact. “Mm?” His eyes slid toward the other, face turning to follow them. “Can I help you with something?”