Rapunzel looked at the boy and the commotion in front of him, as she looked upwards she noticed that the boy was speaking to someone, ‘Baby Tooth?’ she thought as she simply just watched him. As she leaned on the souls of her feet, she heard children cry about the weather.
“Mommy, it’s snowing!” She heard, and as she glanced behind her, she smiled. "Snow"She whispered to herself as she cupped her hands for the snowflakes to fall onto. Though they quickly melted.
She nearly forgotten about the boy with the white hair if he hadn’t of spoken to her. "That's what I call 'deep-rooted'. Planning to join Guinness? I think you can break the record." She blinked, confused at his words. “Guinness?” She repeated gently.
Pascal looked at the boy and then at her with a weird expression of his face. Quickly he stuck his tongue out towards him before making a grunting noise, he quickly saw no real threat towards the boy and retreated back into the warmth on her shoulder.
She realized that he had gotten closer to her, and was very much looking directly at her hair. Rapunzel touched it self-consciously before settling besides him.
"Then again, I know my hair rules."
She returned the grin and watched the scenes in front of her. “Well, is sure is white!” She exclaimed to him, giggling. “You should be named Snow or something, like this...its snow!” She pointed at the dissolved flakes laying on her fingers, proudly showing of that she had learnt something. “It sure is beautiful...and wet”
“Mommy, it’s snowing!” She heard, and as she glanced behind her, she smiled. "Snow"She whispered to herself as she cupped her hands for the snowflakes to fall onto. Though they quickly melted.
She nearly forgotten about the boy with the white hair if he hadn’t of spoken to her. "That's what I call 'deep-rooted'. Planning to join Guinness? I think you can break the record." She blinked, confused at his words. “Guinness?” She repeated gently.
Pascal looked at the boy and then at her with a weird expression of his face. Quickly he stuck his tongue out towards him before making a grunting noise, he quickly saw no real threat towards the boy and retreated back into the warmth on her shoulder.
She realized that he had gotten closer to her, and was very much looking directly at her hair. Rapunzel touched it self-consciously before settling besides him.
"Then again, I know my hair rules."
She returned the grin and watched the scenes in front of her. “Well, is sure is white!” She exclaimed to him, giggling. “You should be named Snow or something, like this...its snow!” She pointed at the dissolved flakes laying on her fingers, proudly showing of that she had learnt something. “It sure is beautiful...and wet”