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  You were in Karkat's hive, whistling and dancing around in the kitchen to make a sandwich. You had out all the condiments you needed to make the perfect sandwich. Once it was made to the point of perfection (even the Strider's couldn't make a better sandwich) you grabbed a plate and sat back down in front of your computer so you could derp around on deviantART and eat your sandwich at the same time. You took a few bites of it and sat it down on the plate. You started to reply to people and got in your regular sitting position- one leg beneath you and your other pulled up to your chest. A few seconds later Karkat got up from his crappy romco

This would always be something that boggled my mind. How uncanny and swell it feels to have someone run their fingers through your hair. Now, what I discovered to be the best way to enjoy such a treat is to be laying down, your head on the lap of the person treating your hair, all on a neat and comfortable sofa. It's even better when the person treating your hair is your significant other. It's become a sort of guilty pleasure of mine, but ____ didn't seem to mind satiating it, so I've never once minded or neglected the opportunity for it. Her fingers were just right too. Clean and slender, soft to the touch, making perfect strides throug