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Roselyn 
He groaned, sliding down in his seat until his body was just about ready to slide all the way off. "I forgot about the meeting," he mumbled, flopping his arms over his eyes. The wet robes made it even colder though, which made him grumble more.
Standing up, he tore off his outer robe before flopping on the ground, back against the seat.
GRUMPY.
Marsha giggled. She couldn’t help it. Her best friend was in a grumpy moody, so she knew she shouldn’t be giggling, but he was so stompy and HUMPHy that it was hilarious. At least, it distracted her from wanting to eat.
As he slid down to sit on the floor in front of her, she patted his head a little as she tried to get her breath back.
”It’ll be fine, and as I said. There will be food. So if its boring, we can stand by the food and eat… and ignore what is being said.” It was a perfect plan. Yes it was… if she did say so herself of course.
However, at some point while she had been saying that, she had gone from patting his head to carding her fingers through his hair. Who knew it could feel so soft? Hmm…. it was a pretty decent length too. As she ran her fingers through it, she considered her options… and how much Lance would hate her if she started to pleat it. It was all good practise and in good jest. Right?
Deciding not to ask him out right as he had more chance to tell her no, she simply started pulling his hair into a pleat, just a thin one… to see if he hated it. Tessssting the waters.