[She's tense. Yang trusts him, she does, but she has a lot of knee-jerk reflexes when it comes to hair...reflexes that wind up sending 6'11" men flying out a window with one punch, or crushing an Ursa with a flurry of blows from her fists. Her shoulders are rigid, head slightly bowed, and she holds her breath.]
[But it's pleasant. As his fingertips trace backward from her brow, it makes her scalp tingle, and at the end of his path, she shivers.]
...haaahhh...
[She grins, her cheek tipping toward her shoulder as she releases a shaky breath at last. Okay. That wasn't bad. That was pretty nice, actually.]
[Though she doesn't relax, exactly, she leans into his touch the second time, welcoming it.]
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[But it's pleasant. As his fingertips trace backward from her brow, it makes her scalp tingle, and at the end of his path, she shivers.]
...haaahhh...
[She grins, her cheek tipping toward her shoulder as she releases a shaky breath at last. Okay. That wasn't bad. That was pretty nice, actually.]
[Though she doesn't relax, exactly, she leans into his touch the second time, welcoming it.]