[Shoka has finally managed to make herself comfortable, curled up with her tail-stick, but she isn't actually asleep yet—so when tendrils of Emmet's fur start to reach her way, creeping over her disguise like long, ghostly fingers, she definitely notices. Just when she bats away one, another unfurls out to take its place, like his whole mane is trying to go on a vacation to the other side of the den while he's dozing.
At the very least, she's gotten mostly used to the whole sleepover deal by this point, so she has the decency to keep her eventual complaint hushed and gentle (by her standards).]
Hey. You mind keeping your hairdo to yourself?
[She might have a couple strands of his mane held in her claws now, just to keep them off her—but at least she's not pulling on them.]
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At the very least, she's gotten mostly used to the whole sleepover deal by this point, so she has the decency to keep her eventual complaint hushed and gentle (by her standards).]
Hey. You mind keeping your hairdo to yourself?
[She might have a couple strands of his mane held in her claws now, just to keep them off her—but at least she's not pulling on them.]