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- I drank some too-hot coffee and scowled at him, annoyed although I couldn’t remember why. The light from the lounge was leaking in, highlighting his spiky blond hair. I decided that must be it. “You really hate my hair, don’t you?” he asked, a smile flickering over his lips so fast I might have imagined it.”Yeah””Why?”I reached out to touch it, and was surprised as always to find it mostly soft. Just a little stiff in places from whatever product he used on it. It felt weird, imagining Pritkin having anything in his hair but sweat. But he must have; nobody’s did that all on its own.”It’s like…angry hair,” I said, trying to pat it down and failing miserably.He caught my wrist. “Most people would say that suits me.””I’m not most people.””I know. – Karen Chance
I drank some too-hot coffee and scowled at him, annoyed although I couldn’t remember why. The light from the lounge was leaking in, highlighting his spiky blond hair. I decided that must be it. “You really hate my hair, don’t you?” he asked, a smile flickering over his lips so fast I might have imagined it.”Yeah””Why?”I reached out to touch it, and was surprised as always to find it mostly soft. Just a little stiff in places from whatever product he used on it. It felt weird, imagining Pritkin having anything in his hair but sweat. But he must have; nobody’s did that all on its own.”It’s like…angry hair,” I said, trying to pat it down and failing miserably.He caught my wrist. “Most people would say that suits me.””I’m not most people.””I know. – Karen Chance