You're Hoth, and It's Cold (Rima)

[Celty Ikon]

Celty woke up to the sound of light snoring. Cute light snoring that was also quite familiar to him. The snores of his best friend... and also the girl he was in love with. Rima was sleeping next to him. Just looking at her with her arms around him made his head spin.​

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The red-headed speeder jockey gently pushed Rima's hair out of her eyes. Sometime during the night, one of them had undone her braid, and her waist-length light brown hair was sort of draped around on his chest, and over their blanket. One of her hands still had its fingers tangled in his hair.​

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"Heh... You're so cute, Silly Filly."​

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[Slot 11]

Rima shifted a little, snuggling a little closer to Celty. Her eyes opened lazily to look at him.​

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"Mmmmm.... G'morning, Hammerhead....."​

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She was surprisingly warm, even though they hadn't built a fire last night (Thank God). Her cheeks were pink as she smiled at her best friend. the boy she'd known her whole life. The boy she knew she loved.​

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[Celty Ikon]

Celty gently kissed Rima as she cuddled up to him. His fingers combed through her hair, which was really soft. He held the kiss for half a minute, and then didn't pull away except for his mouth. He smiled as he looked into her eyes.​

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"Good morning, Filly."​

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He played with her hair a little bit and squeezed her with his other arm.​

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"Y'know, you look good with your hair down."​

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[Slot 11]

Rima's eyes widened.​

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"M-my hair's down?"​

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She moved the hand that had previously been on Celty's chest to feel for her braid... Which was completely uncovered and undone.​

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"Whoa... Did you play with my hair in your sleep or something?"​

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[Celty Ikon]

Celty shrugged and reached for the hand Rima had in her hair, now.​

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"If I didn't know for a fact that we weren't drinking, I'd have thought we were smashed. You actually asked me to help you undo it."​

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He grinned as he slipped her fingers through his and squeezed the hand.​

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"It was like sleep-hair playing. Your other hand is sort of wrapped in my hair right now."​

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[Slot 11]

Rima wiggled the fingers in her right hand. Yep. They were woven through Celty's hair. It was surprisingly soft.​

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"Weird... I don't remember asking that at all. I guess I was more tired than I thought."​

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She touched her top lip to his, smiling wider.​

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"You're really warm..."​

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[Celty Ikon]

Celty moved his bottom lip as close to Rima's as he could without not talking.​

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"Well, I've just woken up from the best cuddle I've ever had. And my extremely pretty best friend is in love with me and wants to kiss me. This is the warmest I've felt, ever."​

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He pushed into the kiss a little bit, cuddling her as close as he could as he did. By the time he pulled out of it, she was pressed up against him pretty tightly, and he was staring into her eyes.​

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"And I'm in love with her, too."​

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[Slot 11]

"You're so cute I could just smack you."​

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Rima joked. She kissed Celty's nose. It was cold compared to the rest of him. The hand in his hair started to comb it out some. It was soft, but still tangled in her fingers.​

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[Celty Ikon]

"Well, yeah. Your nerf herder best friend found some tact."​

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Celty smiled were able to move surand mirrored Rima's actions. His fingers were able to move surprisingly easily through her hair, and he could smell some kind of fruity shampoo in it. A day ago, he might've made fun of her for it, but today he was too happy. He leaned over and put his face to her neck.​

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"You smell nice."​

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[Slot 11]

Rima let out a snigger. Celty's breath on her neck tickled a little.​

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"You smell like grease. And sweat. And metal. Makes me feel like we're back on Zeltros when you were showing off the bike you worked so hard on to everybody after school."​

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She brushed his bangs back so she could lightly rub his forehead.​

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[Celty Ikon]

"And you were the only girl who talked to me before I got the bike... and the only one who wouldn't ride it."​

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Celty laid back down again, looking at Rima.​

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"But you always came to watch me fix it. We had a lot of fun, then."​

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[Slot 11]

"You were always throwing the greased up rags at me. I threw my soda at you once, and you started chasing me with oil-covered hands. My shirt still had the prints. They never washed out."​

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Rima's stomach rumbled. Well, looks like it's time for breakfast.​

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"Oh, was there another wampa?"​

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Celty laughed and tickled Rima's stomach and began to detangle himself from the cuddle-knot of hair and legs and arms and fingers that they'd accumulated over the night. Finally, he did, and he sat up and grabbed her hand.​

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"Soooooooo, what're you hungry for? I can make anything hot, so long as I get a fire going. And y'know, more important stuff than food... like coffee."​

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[Slot 11]

((OOC: He said the word.... Good feelings gone. ))​

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Rima felt a sudden coldness wash over her the minute Celty said the word fire. It wasn't from the snow either, because she was fully dressed.​

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"U-uh, no thanks. I'll just take a couple granola bars and some water."​

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She handed him the blanket and started to re-fix her hair.​

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((Poor guy doesn't know, yet... Wait, how the hell was she okay with the flaming, screaming, flailing Wampas before?! <_<))​

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"Er, okay... Cold breakfast it is, then?"​

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Celty gave Rima a confused look, and stepped out to his bike. He'd thought she would want hot food even more than him, but she'd been absurdly quick about asking for a cold meal. Go figure. He put on a shirt and grabbed some energy bars and beef jerky from the pack, then sat back down next to Rima in the tent, watching her re-braid her hair.​

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"Need a little help, there?"​

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[Slot 11]

((OOC: Anger, adrenaline, and pheromones... Or did you forget that quickly? ))​

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Rima felt a small bit of relief when Celty agreed to a cold breakfast. She cocked a brow at him when he offered to help.​

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"What makes you so sure you can braid hair?"​

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[Celty Ikon]

((Meh. ))​

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Celty raised an eyebrow back at Rima, and braided one of the sides of his hair into something that hung like part of his bangs.​

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"I have long-ish hair, and I get bored. Probably the same as you. You were always messing with your hair, Filly."​

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[Slot 11]

"Because you were always saying it was too long or too short or too messy. Sometimes, you even said it was too clean."​

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Rima smirked at the braid Celty made in his hair.​

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"Pretty as a picture."​

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She scooted up next to him, turning around so he could reach her hair.​

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[Celty Ikon]

Celty leaned in and gently squeezed Rima before going to work on her hair.​

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"Well, neither of us was good at telling when the other person was teasing..."​

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He began braiding her hair, smiling happily as he ran his fingers through all the loose hair.​

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[Slot 11]

Rima began nibbling on some beef jerky as Celty did her hair. It was really strange, to be honest. But, she also thought it was sweet of him.​

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"There were times when you'd take the jokes a little too far. Like the spiders in Eather Jinith's sandwich."​

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