[ and that's a perfect cue for her to shrug again, to concede and let the arms around his neck shift, like she's going to unlace them. but she stalls, hand on his neck and fingers toying with the hair at the nap of his neck before threading up to tug on the curls. ]
Hmmmm... [ she hums after a time - an appropriate thinking time, though there was really no need to thin; there's just one answer - and disentangles her hand from his hair. arms from shoulders, too, and lets her palms rest on his forearms. ]
no subject
Hmmmm... [ she hums after a time - an appropriate thinking time, though there was really no need to thin; there's just one answer - and disentangles her hand from his hair. arms from shoulders, too, and lets her palms rest on his forearms. ]
Alright.