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Isabelle
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
"I'm going to curb stomp you Lee."
"Okay."
"Fuck you."
"Okay."
"This is my last straw."
"Okay."
"I'm leaving," I grabbed my keys.
He rolled his eyes wrapping his arms around my waist gently, "It's not my fault I know how to fucking French braid."
"This universe hates me," I sighed.
Leo smiled at me, "I guess so."
"You were supposed to say 'No it doesn't' but small steps Darling."
Rolling his eyes he sighed, "I'll teach you."
"I love you so much it hurts," I smiled at him.
He mumbled something under his breath as I grabbed a brush and hair ties. I will learn how to do this if it's the last thing I do.
Leo took twenty minutes explaining how to do it to me, I payed very close attention. This is a life skill that will be valuable years to come.
"If I was a crayon color what color would I be?"
He thought for a second, "Purple."
"You would be yellow."
Leo raised an eyebrow at me, "Yellow?"
"Yes. It means like happiness and stuff so yeah."
Yeah.
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"Stop moving Lee," I said tugging on his hair.
"I'm going to be bald after this," he groaned.
I nodded, "I'll still love you bald and all so it's fine."
I'm a saint.
I finished standing up biting back a laugh looking at the braids. Leo stood up walking over to the mirror his eyes widening seeing them, "Oh."
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