“Your hair is nice, Micah.”

Once again, Micah catches onto that longing wish in Keras’ compliment. Reminiscence of the times where his hair was long just like Micah’s only with waves and curls. Now short with cuts and edges. It doesn’t bother him as much now. He’s grown used to it. Much like how he had to grow used to most things in his life. Including those terrible black cuffs.

Micah remains silence as he looks down at Keras. He notes how soft those eyes are, with a smile to match, as white fingers twirls around locks of bronze brown and black. How he brings it all together in a gentle grasp, then watches as each strand slides through his fingers. Keras repeats this several times as he remarks how silky Micah’s hair is. He leans his shoulders back against his legs. His mind wanders into clouds of daydreams.

Maybe someday.

Micah moves his arm closer for support.

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