[ Now, it's getting tangled into metal bits that leaves her yelping in distress. Tugging it loose comes with a wince, and she's left pouting at the ragged broken ends of the strands. ]
Being beautiful doesn't come easy...
[ Sitting at the spare bit of cushion at William's side, she's smoothing over the strands between her fingertips, to no avail. Giving up with a sigh, he attention lands back on him. ]
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Being beautiful doesn't come easy...
[ Sitting at the spare bit of cushion at William's side, she's smoothing over the strands between her fingertips, to no avail. Giving up with a sigh, he attention lands back on him. ]
What, you don't like it?