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ofpomonas-blog Β· 4 years
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[ 𝒷𝓇𝒢𝒾𝒹 ] π’»π‘œπ“‡ π“Žπ‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π“‚π“Šπ“ˆπ‘’ π“‰π‘œ 𝒷𝓇𝒢𝒾𝒹 π“‚π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘’β€™π“ˆ 𝒽𝒢𝒾𝓇:
Pom was giggling, humming happily as the hands of the pilot combed through her dark silky hair. A few minutes ago, the roles were reversed as her delicate fingers woven through sun-kissed blond hair and made cute little buns. His hair was too short, so it had been hard to do anything crazy, besides, give him many space buns that made him look like a spiked ball, a very adorable one. Pom liked the pilot, he made her laugh and knew how to have fun, trouble in the best way possible. It had been so new to her, someone so carefree, was that the right way to describe him? Being able to fly did suit him really well, as it showed in his personality.
β€œAre you sure you know what you are doing?” She looked over her shoulder, still smiling happily. Her hair being way, way longer than his as it went all the way down her back. Lot more hair to work with, they could be sitting here for a while.
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