He deliberately sits next to you, and decides to annoy you by twisting your hair around his finger and playing with it. Poor you has to deal with it, because you can't exactly shout at him, can you? He pokes your face, grinning. You're so soft. But not as soft as when you used to hug me. He says, apparently now braiding strands of your hair.
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