Sky perked up. His heart fluttered hopefully. "We're seeing Zelda?" "Duh, she has AC." Sky could practically hear the eyeroll. Asshole. Sky lifted their heavy head to glare at him. What the fuck- "What's up with your hair???" Indeed, Groose looked bald without the obnoxious (endearing) pompadour. Damn, his hair's getting long, almost brushing against his huge shoulders. And his roots were growing out. Groose ran a self conscious hand through it, but red strands fell down over his eyes again. "You think I wanna spend an hour gelling and spraying in THIS heat??? Nope, nuh uh, not for Groose," he sighed dramatically. If they didn't know better, Sky would think Groose was offended. "I dunno, it's you," Sky poked his tongue out and let his head flop down again. It was like someone replaced their brain with wet concrete.
Groose and Sky's banter is fun to write. They love eachother, promise :b