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as love filled night gives way to day

Hazel let a little snort slip from her lips at Moon's protest, despite his crude wording. She'd long since adjusted to barbed teasing - Bastille - and was proud to say that she could now successfully differ actual insults from friendly jests. "Don't be rude, Moon; Bast has a couple of those." She chided, clearly mocking her previous rude remark. The girl flashed a smile, though it wasn't directed at anything but the fingers trying to card through her unruly, tangled curls.

When Moon pointed to the ground at his feet, Hazel's shoulders sagged with exaggerated relief, though she was genuinely grateful. "You're amazing, Moon." She groaned, scooting over to sit in front of him. He could be the worst hair stylist in the world and she wouldn't care; she just wanted those obnoxious curls out of her face. The girl let out a small yelp as Bastille tugged on one of said curls, causing her head to dip as she made to wave him off. "Your services are fine," She grumbled, "but won't be needed if you keep pulling my hair like that." She was bluffing, naturally; she wouldn't give up letting the boy braid her hair for the world. "But if Moon can't do it, you're next in line." Hazel huffed, rolling her eyes.

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