[And when Carolina pulls away, finally, it's with a smile-- a soft one, unlike she's smiled for such a long time.
She doesn't open her eyes until she's quite sure she isn't going to cry or do something equally ridiculous, and to top it off, she pushes her hand through York's hair to mess it up.]
Mmm, I dunno. One kiss each isn't anything to judge.
[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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She doesn't open her eyes until she's quite sure she isn't going to cry or do something equally ridiculous, and to top it off, she pushes her hand through York's hair to mess it up.]
Mmm, I dunno. One kiss each isn't anything to judge.
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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.