It's probably too much to hope they've gone to bed.
[ In all likelihood, they've found their own way to some dive bars and are currently drinking their spending money away. It does seem to be the majority of the Guardians' favored pastime.
He cards through her hair again, taking the time to appreciate how soft her curls feel as they slip through his fingers. He catches on a few tangles, likely caused by what they've gotten up to tonight, and gently works them out. ]
But his fingers are playing with her hair, and she smiles softly as he works out the light snags, her eyes sliding closed as she enjoys the attention. It's so gentle, diligent, and... sweet. ]
You could braid my hair, if you want to keep it out of the way.
[ And he asks it simply, continuing to gently comb through her hair. He likes the feel of it, how soft and cool the strands are when they slip through his fingers.
He pauses in his attentions, though, letting his hand rest lightly on the nape of her neck. ]
[ He relaxes a little with the gesture, with the reassurance, and after only another blink of hesitation, he continues on as he was, fingers threading through her hair. ]
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They probably wouldn't answer now, anyway.
[ Who knows what they've gotten into in the time they've already had? ]
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[ In all likelihood, they've found their own way to some dive bars and are currently drinking their spending money away. It does seem to be the majority of the Guardians' favored pastime.
He cards through her hair again, taking the time to appreciate how soft her curls feel as they slip through his fingers. He catches on a few tangles, likely caused by what they've gotten up to tonight, and gently works them out. ]
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[ They both know how the Guardians can be.
But his fingers are playing with her hair, and she smiles softly as he works out the light snags, her eyes sliding closed as she enjoys the attention. It's so gentle, diligent, and... sweet. ]
You could braid my hair, if you want to keep it out of the way.
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[ And he asks it simply, continuing to gently comb through her hair. He likes the feel of it, how soft and cool the strands are when they slip through his fingers.
He pauses in his attentions, though, letting his hand rest lightly on the nape of her neck. ]
Is it bothering you?
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No; it's just a mess.
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I like it how it is.