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Charely Potter · 09-23-2026, 09:27 AM

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

Head still in her hands Iris sat on the bench in the boat in the quiet of the boathouse, and just let herself feel all the emotions when she heard a familiar voice calling out her name. NOoooooooooo! No, dashing hotstuff Falcon can't see me like this was her immediate thought that cancelled out all the anger and hurt in a jiffy. Quickly trying to wipe away the tears from her face, which probably was useless since her eyes were puffy red, and her hair was in a miserable state Iris looked up to meet Falcom's gaze. "Hi Falcon....." She mouthed out in response to him, since she still had manners.

When Falcon sat down on the boat bench next to her, it took a moment and an embarrassing stomach growl later before Iris nodded, accepting the offered biscuit. "Yes, thank you...." Nibbling on the biscuit she queried with a very weak smile, since it was no use hiding what was seen in plain sight. "What do you think of my hair?"

Falcon chewed unphased by her stomach growling, as he surveyed her reaction. It also gave him a moment to think about what she asked. "Honestly?" It had a punk-like vibe, which was cool. But from the tosseled look from likely was from her frustration, "I don't think it looks bad, it's... definitely different. But the colours, those are wicked cool, actually."

Iris seemed to calm down a bit by his gesture. He gave her a small smile, before also offering her a handkerchief as well. His dark eyes followed her eyes for a moment, and his expression softened. "Someone did this to you, didn't they?" He didn't like to mince words and went straight to the point. "But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He glanced toward the lake before looking back at her, giving her a choice while he thought over how to move forward with this.

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