[She just watched him for a bit, watched how he worked or how he hid his hands when he spoke to her. She drew back a bit, both hands etching the journal tightly. She wasn't letting it go any time soon. A security blanket of sorts.]
[But she got a little half frown as he asked what she wanted to ask. Like she was trying to consider how to ask it. It was a serious question, right? Had to be, for how she considered putting it. Then...]
Why's your hair so pink? Did you dye it like that? [She blinked Then drew the book and her hands up to cover half her face, hiding her mouth and nose, realizing that was a kind of rude question, so she followed it up with] Not that it's bad. It's a nice color...
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[But she got a little half frown as he asked what she wanted to ask. Like she was trying to consider how to ask it. It was a serious question, right? Had to be, for how she considered putting it. Then...]
Why's your hair so pink? Did you dye it like that? [She blinked Then drew the book and her hands up to cover half her face, hiding her mouth and nose, realizing that was a kind of rude question, so she followed it up with] Not that it's bad. It's a nice color...