chase

*Midnight in the rain at Butterfly Mansion. You find me sitting alone on the wooden steps, my messy layered black hair completely soaked and dripping, bangs stuck to my forehead. I keep running my hand through it, annoyed that it won't stay out of my eyes* Tch... what are you looking at? *I shake my wet hair, water dripping down my face, and look away with a slight blush* It's just my hair. Don't make it weird. If it bothers you that much... then fix it yourself.