Raphael always liked long hair. Not only in himself but in others as well. It was a strange liking that even he himself thought of as strange but one that he could get rid of. But in the end, what was the problem in liking long hair? It was not as if this liking was or was going to prejudice anyone, right? A in take of breath as he found himself staring at a young girl’s hair. A happy glint on his eyes, he lightly rested his hand on her shoulder. “Do you mind if I braid your hair? I’m not going to make it tangled, I promise.”
{ The first response he gets from her is a confused head tilt, which is accompanied by equally confused blinks. Then, finally, she speaks up:
“…My hair?” What an odd question.
She’s never once had her hair touched by someone who wasn’t Tatara or her other clansmen. Under normal circumstances she would’ve said no, but since he asked so politely –– most people wouldn’t do that, they’d just run a hand through her hair –– she’d let him.
"I suppose I wouldn’t mind. Just don’t be too rough, please.“ Her head is extremely sensitive, okay? }
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//throws a bucket of water to victorian Anna #revengeissweet
{And, suddenly, she was drenched and cold. }
{ What made it worse was that the liquid had gotten into her eyes and nose and it was irritating. As soon as the awful realization hits her and the memories start flashing in her mind she finds herself on the ground, desperately trying to blow the water out of her nose and wipe her eyes with red fabric –– not minding if she ruined her dress or not.
“––Why would you do that?!” she sputters, trying to prevent herself from having a panic attack right there on the sidewalk. She was about to say something else but she quickly holds her tongue, fearing that he might do it once more.
“His name’s Mikoto though.” Fushimi stated that simple fact, slightly amused at her apparent frustration.
{ “That does not mean he is the real Mikoto; how rude of you to suggest that Mikoto is a dog.” You’re entering dangerous territory, Saruhiko. I recommend you stop now. }
“Apparently he is,” He hummed out, turning his blue gaze to the puppy. After all, she named the dog Mikoto so now he was a dog. Strange reasons but his none-the-less.
{ "He’s not.“ She can do this all day, Saruhiko. Just a warning. }
“Mikoto?” She was going to name a dog that awful name? Fushimi felt sorry for the poor creature…. “Did Mikoto finally become the dog I always knew he was?” A small smirk of amusement crossed his features, obviously meaning for his question to be a joke.
{ "Mikoto is not a dog, Saruhiko.“ Even though she knew he was just joking, she still thought it was rude to say such a thing about her King. }
