rabbithead;; {snakeeyedadvisor}
Touka was sleep-deprived, and somewhere in the exhausted haze she called her mind, she knew it.
The new environment had really taken its toll, made evident by the fact that she couldn't stop staring at the man walking through the park. He was dressed differently than most at the school, though she wasn't lucky enough to say that was the reason for her intrigue.
To put it simply, it was his hair. Pure white, almost like a rabbit's. In fact, that was all she could really think about in her sleepy state as she slowly approached the man from behind. What in God's name was she doing? She didn't know.
It just looked really fluffy, so much so that she decided she wanted to feel it. Just once. And so the next thing she knew she was standing behind a complete stranger, nonchalantly rubbing his head.
Yep. She definitely needed more sleep.