[ she doesn't shy away from the closeness, stares right back into pools of red. she's always heard the phrase "eyes are the window to the soul"— she thinks it's a little less simple than that.
their entire soul isn't exposed; it won't be unless they show her themself. but she can see the little —
monika! ♡
⠀
⠀⠀[ They chuckle, leaning in as their hands descend back to their own sides, smiling as their foreheads touch, both their respective bangs intermingling as they stare into her eyes through their hair.
⠀⠀⠀In a quiet, sweet tone of voice, they speak. ]
⠀...nothing could ever mess up your hair.
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⠀⠀—クリス.
[ she really liked that! serene little smile accompanied by soft chuckles. ]
ahaha, hey, careful..! don't mess up my hair too much!
monika! ♡
⠀
⠀⠀[ After a brief moment, they take the invitation, reaching with both hands to pet her, ruffling her hair a little in the process... ]
⠀
⠀⠀—クリス.
[ ...lowering her head a little as a silent request for them to pet her. ]
monika! ♡
⠀
⠀⠀[ The sight of her smile elicits from them a smile of their own. ]
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