[ Alec lets out a strangled ack of more startlement than displeasure as Aisha rubs glitter into his hair. It's patently annoying, is going to take approximately a thousand years to get out, and the scratch of her nails over his scalp sends buzzing tingles across his whole head. ]
Glitter is gauche, Aisha!
[ He protests, squirming his head away as he closes his fist around a handful of glitter of his own. ]
You're the neon nightmare, you - [ he attempts to throw it at her face, grinning, the awkward angle ensuring most of it splatters across her already glittery chest ] - get sparkled, idiot!
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Glitter is gauche, Aisha!
[ He protests, squirming his head away as he closes his fist around a handful of glitter of his own. ]
You're the neon nightmare, you - [ he attempts to throw it at her face, grinning, the awkward angle ensuring most of it splatters across her already glittery chest ] - get sparkled, idiot!