❝ could you play with my hair? ❞
touch-starved starters || not accepting!
“Of course,” The male complies happily, slender fingers tangling in the delicate curls of Mimi’s hair. The two had become fast friends after he had ‘saved’ her that say on the street, and had also grown closer rather quickly. Of course, he’d told her by now he was far from straight, but their friendship still seemed to continue on various forms of affection, not that he minded. It was nice to be close to someone again. “What are you thinking about?”












