“Fine, if I have to get it you’re not getting any,” she replies, the childish attitude falling from her lips as if she had done it millions of times over with him. Blowing out an exasperated sigh - feigned of course, she rubs her legs and stands up, moving over to his side and ruffling his hair. Secretly she makes sure to touch every piece, the sensation gliding over her excited palms.
“Not hungry, anyway,” Jude sneers playfully, grinning softly as she seats herself beside him.
He watches, with an absent sort of perplexity, as her hand reaches up to weave through his hair. He’s not used to having his hair touched, and he almost wants to shy away. But he doesn’t.
“What are you doing?” he laughs, flicking a piece of her hair teasingly. “Weirdo.”
