[/puts his hair in a crappy pony tail because shes drunk and bored tbh]
{ β } β He was aware that his hair had grown out quite a bit, the ends almost touching his shoulders, but he never considered the fact that they were long enough to gather into a ponytail. It felt a bit weird, considering his hair had been the same length almost his whole life.
He reached behind his head to feel the small ponytail Tesla had made, a hum of contemplation passing his lips before the edge of his lip tugged upward.Β Ace looked over his shoulder, glancing at the woman sitting behind him whoβs features were slightly flushed due to the alcohol.
He tilted his head, asking with a hint of amusement,Β βDoes it suit me?β












