you never were very tactile. meltwaterly slip away from the touch and crumble into a stupid tease-joke.

and you surely shouldve thought twice before turning your back to oda. he has the killers hands - a callus on his palm across the lifeline - but everything about his face is very careful. hes not surprised when you - instinct and suspicion - immediately point a gun at his neck.

"theres a tangle in your hair," - he lies smoothly, burying his fingers further in the brown, curly strands. you never cared enough to brush them out.