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I drank some too-hot coffee and scowled at him, annoyed although I couldn't remember why. The light from the lounge was leaking in, highlighting his spiky blond hair. I decided that must be it. "You really hate my hair, don't you?" He asked, a smile flickering over his lips so fast I must have imagined it.
I reached out to touch it, and was surprised as always to find it mostly soft. Just a little stiff from whatever product he used on it. It felt weird, imagining Pritkin having anything in his hair but sweat. But he must have; nobody's did that all on his own. "It's like... angry hair," I said, trying to pat it down and failing miserably. He caught my wrist.
"Most people would say that suits me."
"I'm not most people."
~ Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon