At first, Souda didn’t exactly know what to expect when coming to see Syo but…This wasn’t exactly it.
With a small laugh, he nodded. Photoshopped hair? Wow. “Nah, it’s the real deal.”
When she held the door open for him, he looked around her room before actually stepping in. It was..actually a mess. Alright then. Shrugging it off, the boy walked in, stepping over a few items in the process.
“Well, with such a brilliant dye job, that’s what I was led ta believe! ‘Sides, I get comments 'bout my tongue bein’ fake alllll th'time.”
And there was her chance. With a quick step over some random junk, her hands were on his shoulders, her tongue gliding up his neck.
“Oh, but I can assure ya, s'jus’ as real as yer hair~ An’ I can put it t'pretty good use!”
