[There was a conversation they were meant to have, he thinks.
It's hard to recall though, as his mind is focused on the way strands of Taako's hair slip over his fingers like sand trickling through an hourglass. His eyes are glued to the place where his hand rakes gently through it, and he hums contentedly.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. There definitely is not a single train of thought that Taako could come up with now that would disturb this feeling of utter peace. Not at all. Def not dancing with the devil by thinking that way.]
How is it always so soft. [a pause.] Your hair, I mean.
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It's hard to recall though, as his mind is focused on the way strands of Taako's hair slip over his fingers like sand trickling through an hourglass. His eyes are glued to the place where his hand rakes gently through it, and he hums contentedly.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. There definitely is not a single train of thought that Taako could come up with now that would disturb this feeling of utter peace. Not at all. Def not dancing with the devil by thinking that way.]
How is it always so soft. [a pause.] Your hair, I mean.