( fingers raked through orange locks to ensure no bits of cantaloupe remained, and a brow quirked subsequently - still a bit soured from the comment on his hair. truly, no matter how many times people bring it up and how used to it he was by now, most days it doesn’t bother him any less than it did back in elementary school. )
“So, you came over here just to bug me about my hair and tell me about cantaloupes?”
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There’s no waver of emotion; no sign of joking upon a scarred visage. When she responds, the pirate is being fully honest and such is obvious upon her countenance.
❝Exactly.❞ Response comes in light hearted tune, cranium cocking to the left. ❝Is that strange of me t’ do? I was under the impression there ’re much nosier people than me.❞ With smile etched upon visage, the woman straightens. ❝Wan’ some cantaloupe?❞
