If Evie hadn't gone to Auradon, and the barrier still came down, she wouldn't be too sure of the changes, either. But Evie'd learn to roll with it. She'd learn to adapt and see what happens next. She's aware he's on the roofs, keeping her own eye on him as well, if only because she missed running through the Isle like this. It was just as fun as she remembered.
Skirting around a small stack of boxes just as Harry jumps down, she only just manages to miss crashing into him by inches. This she finds funny and she laughs some as she stops herself short, pushing her hair out of her eyes and searching her wrists and pockets for some kind of hair tie, smile fading some when there isn't one.
Maybe Dizzy had them? Settling for trying to finger brush her hair in order, she sort of rolls her eyes some at Harry's proclamation, eyes flicking to his wild hair and finding it kinda suited him.
Not that she'd say that.
"By a second, Harry. Not even." She only just barely sounds winded from the run, the only sign that she'd run at all her wild hair, and slightly reddened cheeks.
Her eyes flick up to his hair again and she tilts her head a bit, reaching up and trying to get it to look as it did before they ran across town. Which she manages, but after studying it? Not quite him. So she reaches up again and tousels it, making it just as it was after his run.
"Not that it matters, but I like your hair like this."
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Date: 2019-08-15 08:31 pm (UTC)Skirting around a small stack of boxes just as Harry jumps down, she only just manages to miss crashing into him by inches. This she finds funny and she laughs some as she stops herself short, pushing her hair out of her eyes and searching her wrists and pockets for some kind of hair tie, smile fading some when there isn't one.
Maybe Dizzy had them? Settling for trying to finger brush her hair in order, she sort of rolls her eyes some at Harry's proclamation, eyes flicking to his wild hair and finding it kinda suited him.
Not that she'd say that.
"By a second, Harry. Not even." She only just barely sounds winded from the run, the only sign that she'd run at all her wild hair, and slightly reddened cheeks.
Her eyes flick up to his hair again and she tilts her head a bit, reaching up and trying to get it to look as it did before they ran across town. Which she manages, but after studying it? Not quite him. So she reaches up again and tousels it, making it just as it was after his run.
"Not that it matters, but I like your hair like this."