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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[furgood]

I didn't say it was all awful. Those are what make it bearable. Though I have to admit, getting out of the bath is the worst part. You don't have as much wet hair, you wouldn't understand.

[devoutish]

I've got a wet beard.

[furgood]

[She reaches over and tugs his beard, though very gently ] Oh you poor thing. I'm sure it's a perfect comparison to all this.

[She shakes her head, sending her hair whipping about ]

[devoutish]

Oi. Imagine this dripping into your mouth.

[He grins, gesturing to his mustache.]

[furgood]

I love that you think my hair doesn't get in my mouth.

[devoutish]

Well, stop waving your head around, then.

[furgood]

[ She shakes her head again ] I also love that you think you're immune to its ways. Try kissing me when I don't have it pushed back, see if it doesn't get everywhere.

[devoutish]

All right.

[He reaches for her hair, aiming to toss it forward over her shoulder.]

[furgood]

[She laughs and lets him pull her hair forward but she tosses her head a little so it settles a bit over her face]

Better. More accurate to the experience.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He'll muss up her hair a little more, if she'll let him.]

Even better.

[furgood]

[She bites her lip, attempting to hold in the giggles ] Mhmm... Now I look a mess but this hair turns into a mess if you look at it wrong.

[devoutish]

But--

[He pushes some of her hair out of the way, leaning in to kiss her.]

[furgood]

[She's still trying not to laugh even as he kisses her but it becomes a sufficient distraction within moments.]

[devoutish]

Not so bad.

[He murmurs, pulling back from the kiss only just barely.]

[furgood]

[She giggles and kisses him quick and softly] Purrhaps. You pass the first test. Putting up with my mane.

[devoutish]

And it is quite the lion's mane. Yeah - all right, I will accept that it may be worse than my beard.

[He pulls back enough to shoot her a wink.]

It's not wet, though.

[And look at where they are, sitting by a lake.]

[furgood]

Don't get me wrong, your beard is a bit of a menace. Scratchy. But I survive. My hair is wise when it's wet. Sticks everywhere

[devoutish]

Right, so, you're telling me that I should not throw you in the lake, then.

[furgood]

[She appears to consider it. ] I would be forced to retaliate as I'm sure you're aware.

[devoutish]

I would like to see you try to throw me anywhere.

[furgood]

I'm stronger than I look. Are you willing to risk it? [She almost looks like she's hoping he might. Just to get the revenge]

[devoutish]

Give it a go now.

[furgood]

...Well if you insist. [But she doesn't exactly think she can lift him straight up. Instead, she surveys the situation and steps into the water. Then she grabs his hands and rugs, leaning back and hoping her footing wont skip ]

[devoutish]

Oof--

[She is stronger that he'd been expecting, and that takes him off-guard. He's able to hold himself on the bank, but not after being successfully tugged forward by about a foot and a half.]

[furgood]

[Progress! She leans into it, determined now ] Come on, give it up.