[ Wandering hands move up from his cheeks to pet those twitching ears, fingers pausing to card through his hair as if he had never seen such a vibrant shade of red (and the other colors mixed in) in his life. ]
Your hair is very pretty. Like the horizon at sunset. Or a campfire across a snowy plain.
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[ Wandering hands move up from his cheeks to pet those twitching ears, fingers pausing to card through his hair as if he had never seen such a vibrant shade of red (and the other colors mixed in) in his life. ]
Your hair is very pretty. Like the horizon at sunset. Or a campfire across a snowy plain.
[ He curls a strand loosely around one finger ]
Beautiful.