#kwjaye

FROM this MEME !!  ↪Δ = playing with their hair

london is too busy staring out the window to notice jaye’s hand stretching out towards her, so when he starts to twirl a lock of her hair around his finger, she flinches, nearly jumps right out of her skin at the unexpected contact. 

“what the h-- oh my god.” london breathes a sigh of relief, relaxes back against her seat, and glares at jaye’s sniggering. she slaps his arm, a gesture that probably means absolutely nothing to him in terms of pain and threats, before crossing her arms over her chest. “jerk. i thought it was a bug.” 

it’s happened before, much to her dismay, and logically it isn’t something that should be likely to happen on the subway, but it didn’t stop her from panicking for a second. london rests her head against the window, relaxed again, and notices that jaye hasn’t pulled his hand away, her hair still a victim of his finger’s incessant twirling. but she doesn’t stop him, because between the monotonous actions, the hum of the subway, and the warmth of the sun, she really can’t complain and almost finds herself comfortable with it all. 

“wake me up when we get there?”