“What have you done?!” exclaimed Dylas as he looked in the mirror. “My hair!”
“It’s not-”
“Not! Not what, Frey?! Not that bad? Not that short? Frey! This is terrible! I can’t believe you did this to me!”
“I’m sorry,” Frey said as she looked down. “I really didn’t mean to. I was trying to practice my new attack.”
“Well, I hope it payed off!”
“Actually…” Frey hummed as a small smile placed itself on her face. She then looked up at Dylas and the smile soon disappeared. “I’m really sorry Dylas.”
Dylas huffed. “You really are an idiot! I can’t believe this!”
Frey looked away as Dylas stomped away. She quickly tried to catch up with him after an idea popped into her head.
“Even though your hair is not long anymore,” hummed Frey. “You still look really cool, Big D.”
Dylas whole face flushed within an instant. “S-s-shut up!” Dylas put his hand to his face and tried to cover up the awkward smile that formed on his face.
“Still mad?”
“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet!”
“Hm? Mad?”
…
…
“No… Idiot.”
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