There's a very, very short list of people Quentin will tolerate messing with his hair. That list includes... well, the Cuckoos, obviously. Idie? Yeah, probably. Maybe Logan. Like in an affable, semi-belligerent mentor-type way that he would endlessly complain about.
Point is, he likes his hair, and while he does stand perfectly still as Sophie does... whatever to it, his eyebrows are raised as he watches her hand with mild trepidation.]
Uh.
[What does he think? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. A thousand thoughts per second, and all of them are kazoo noises.]
/Something's off with your powers. Is it because your sisters aren't here or...?/
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Hair.
There's a very, very short list of people Quentin will tolerate messing with his hair. That list includes... well, the Cuckoos, obviously. Idie? Yeah, probably. Maybe Logan. Like in an affable, semi-belligerent mentor-type way that he would endlessly complain about.
Point is, he likes his hair, and while he does stand perfectly still as Sophie does... whatever to it, his eyebrows are raised as he watches her hand with mild trepidation.]
Uh.
[What does he think? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. A thousand thoughts per second, and all of them are kazoo noises.]
/Something's off with your powers. Is it because your sisters aren't here or...?/