#msanchez

marley didn’t smoke often - at least not anymore - but when moira mentioned it, marls couldn’t say no. she needed to blow off a little steam and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. so, after settling on the balcony outside moira’s suite and passing the blunt back and forth, marley couldn’t control her giggles when moira lay her head in marls’ lap. without thinking, marley’s fingers found their way into moira’s raven locks, twirling pieces around her fingers and absently braiding pieces here and there before gently running her hands through to come them out. “your hair is so soft! is it always this soft? i wanna, like, sleep on a bed of your hair.” she paused, head quirking to the side. “is that weird? i feel like that’s weird.” another fit of giggles bubbled up before marley could worry too much about it.