[ the touch to his head is slightly unexpected - maybe because he's become so damn fixated on the strands of ren's hair slipping over his fingers. the pollen doesn't fade from his attention, but his hair is... well it's brilliant. a red that juno hasn't really paid much mind to until he's gotten this close to it. and he's close to it in order to investigate it isn't he? that's it.
in any case, the moment ren's fingers toy just a bit at some of his hair, he stops, touch slipping a little from the pollen and the hair and everything else. ]
It's like what?
[ concern edges in his voice, particularly at how amused ren sounds (it's faint but it's there and that alone has juno questioning just what the hell this stuff is.) juno knows what pollen is in theory, that'd be silly if he didn't. there are plans on mars, after all, they just don't grow naturally there. ]
You think it's poison?
[ could attribute to the warm feeling, flushing slightly down his neck, creeping like a hand at the base of it, more pleasant than not, but also somewhat paranoia-inducing, as is typical of juno's immediate assumptions. ]
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in any case, the moment ren's fingers toy just a bit at some of his hair, he stops, touch slipping a little from the pollen and the hair and everything else. ]
It's like what?
[ concern edges in his voice, particularly at how amused ren sounds (it's faint but it's there and that alone has juno questioning just what the hell this stuff is.) juno knows what pollen is in theory, that'd be silly if he didn't. there are plans on mars, after all, they just don't grow naturally there. ]
You think it's poison?
[ could attribute to the warm feeling, flushing slightly down his neck, creeping like a hand at the base of it, more pleasant than not, but also somewhat paranoia-inducing, as is typical of juno's immediate assumptions. ]