❝ What happened to your hair? Hold still, I’ll just… Fix it for you. ❞
sentence starters: misc. romantic tension !
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“My hair…?”
He barely had time to retaliate before Rapunzel is movingcloser, hands reaching for snow white locks with a brisk gentleness that he couldonly attribute to her. His lips part to tell her that it was okay, he couldprobably try to look in a mirror and see if he could fix it himself – knowing him,it was probably just wind blown – but words die on the tip of his tongue aswarm digits continue to work at his hair, brushing it down and out in variousdirections in order to tame it. While she was so close, Jack couldn’t help butlet his eyes linger over her face, taking note of the way her expression washardened into that of concentration. It was…. really cute.
That thought seemed to bring on an onslaught of nervousness,a cold blush spreading against his cheeks as he looks away, settling his gazeelsewhere while she continued with his head.
“—H-How’s it looking up there, Punz? Any better yet?”
