[A quiet rush of air is the closest he can manage to a laugh right now, but he does it all the same. Dimitri shifts to pull the blankets around them, one hand lifting to tangle his fingers in Felix's hair.
...which there is a lot less of than he expects. The strands slip away from him, prompting a questioning hum.]
You cut your hair?
[He's been so out of it that he didn't really notice until just now...]
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...which there is a lot less of than he expects. The strands slip away from him, prompting a questioning hum.]
You cut your hair?
[He's been so out of it that he didn't really notice until just now...]