[He retreats for a moment from both of them, laughing in spite of himself, but North has one of his hands and the ghost of Carolina's skin is still alive along the fingertips of the other, and it's not like he can really fix his hair without rinsing it and starting over, anyway.
Instead, he just pulls North's hand and his towards the center of his chest (this is his, now, sorry about it); reaches over with that other hand to cradle the side of Carolina's face, rub the pad of his thumb over her skin again, prove that smile's real; and then flicks at her hair, mock-huffy.]
Maybe that's all you get, Carolina. Other people here know how to treat a dude. And a dude's hard-maintained hair.
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[He retreats for a moment from both of them, laughing in spite of himself, but North has one of his hands and the ghost of Carolina's skin is still alive along the fingertips of the other, and it's not like he can really fix his hair without rinsing it and starting over, anyway.
Instead, he just pulls North's hand and his towards the center of his chest (this is his, now, sorry about it); reaches over with that other hand to cradle the side of Carolina's face, rub the pad of his thumb over her skin again, prove that smile's real; and then flicks at her hair, mock-huffy.]
Maybe that's all you get, Carolina. Other people here know how to treat a dude. And a dude's hard-maintained hair.