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"Yeah, that. Is that a pixie thing?"
He was quiet as well, his hand resting on her back.
"I disagree."
She looked up after he put it on, her head tilted.
"Any kind."
"What is that magic stuff? Your magic. My magic isn't like that."
"Alright then."
"Was it, though?"
She grinned. "I care about it more than my hair. Besides, it'll be fine."
"Cheese, please."
She smiled slightly in relief. "Oh.. That's good.$
"But you hurt me."
"Good."
She brushed her hand through his hair. "Would you put it on for me?"
"Of course.'
Her brows furrowed. "I'm sorry."
"You hurt me."
"That's okay."
She pulled away after a moment. "It's gorgeous. I love it."
"That's good."
