Kindly Borrowing your Head PV Tori.W End

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“ LIKED!” Hana with his face red as a tomato almost jumped away from the Pretty Head like she was the plague. His tone signaled that he was angry but awkwardness laced in them made him less threatening. “ N-no! I- would never! E-eww!” he forced out childishly. He silently apologized to Adlai in his head. She was far from disgusting, but the words had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Knowing this, he looked even redder. But he attempted to calm down and faked a cough to regain composure before returning to the weaving. “ T-the keyword is ‘ slightly interesting ‘, idiot.” he huffed defensively as if there was any need to defend. He couldn’t help but be defensive at the suggestion that he ‘liked’ her. Of course, he didn’t mean it romantically- that would’ve had a much more terrifying effect on the boy. He blamed it on his old habit of clenching at the suggestion he liked anyone. Could that be enough to explain his previously red face? No, but he was good at pretending it made perfect sense.

Hana listened to the talking mannequin offer her words of wisdom as she continued plummeting many plant-ey lives. Mostly with half his attention spam considering the flower crown was just about finished (1 post away). As revenge for leaving the air with empty silences for a few minutes a while ago, he did the same to Pretty Head girl. Before lightly karate chopping the base of her head, which might’ve hurt just a teeny bit. “ IIIIIIdddddiiiooott hhhheeeeaaaaaddddd~” he sang out in a sing-songy tune without remorse “ You picked to be my talking head mannequin did you not? Backing out now? That’s not very professional of you there, Pretty Head~. Don’t make me deduce your macaroons, tsk tsk tsk. Please do continue doing your job, which is 'talking'. “ he mocked her very openly. Mostly because he was having trouble with answering her earlier suggestion.

He was glad at one hand that she didn’t tell him to suck it up. As a boy that's used to those kinds of replies, he no longer had the energy to be hurt. In fact, there was some part of him that expected that sort of thing from Pretty Head. Not because she was that kind of character ( he didn’t know her well enough) but, it was so deep in his memory that he expected everyone to do that. Which always left him pleasantly surprised when some replied differently. “ Hmmm..~. You do have your point there, Pretty Head. Then satisfy my curiosity on this one, then. What if… letting them understand was the last thing I wanted, hmm~? In fact, I believe I want to avoid such things, ahahah. Wouldn’t they get annoyed?”. He tried to make his voice lighthearted and playful like he was only having fun making her head swirl. All seemed convincing enough until his last sentence, where he asked if 'they get annoyed'. A genuine curiosity slipped out and he was unable to take it back.

Getting annoyed by him was quite a common reaction to most. But to make his feelings be the reasons others were annoyed? Shouldn’t there be a more fun way to annoy someone if he wanted to? Why’d he waste his time putting himself vulnerable? He hated that. But he was still curious to what the Pretty Head had to say about it.
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@Tory Williamson

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say..." Replied Tory with a smirk, choking a few more pieces of grass to death. "I don't care how much you deny it, you clearly like whoever this person is, because if you only found them 'slightly interesting', I don't think you'd be so upset about this entire situation, would you?" She glanced around the grounds. They were still pretty deserted, and you could hear the water of the Black Lake slapping against the shores.

She knew his face was flustered by taking one quick look at it, which she found utterly comical. To her, it was funny that he turned so red at the simplest things. For instance, admitting that you liked somebody. She would understand more if she had meant 'like' as in romantically, but she hadn't, Head Dude had known that, and yet had still turned redder than a fire truck. "IIIIIIdddddiiiooott hhhheeeeaaaaaddddd~” Sang Head Dude annoyingly. He was nice enough for the most part, Tory had thought, so she didn't mind much, but she stilled rolled her eyes dramatically in irritation as he continued mocking her.

She stayed silent for the most part as he talked more, taking a break and sparing the lives of some grass instead of ripping their torso's up into shreds. Her eyes widened when he mentioned about how 'wouldn't they get annoyed'? Yeah, this kid was really emotionally messed up. "Annoyed?" She repeated, glaring hard into the ground, "Annoyed?" She said again, her tone was quiet yet full of something else. Something unrecognizable and mysterious. "I- why would they be annoyed? As far as I'm concerned, mister Head Dude, your a human. Which means you have emotions, which means they have them to, so...am I just not getting something here or...?" . She sighed and looked away.

The flower crown was done, she could feel that he stopped fidgeting with it, and since that was her only sole purpose, she decided to get going back to her dormitory. She stood up, stretched her legs, and steadied the flower crown on her head to make sure it wouldn't fall off. "Goodbye, Head Dude." Tory said, dusting off her skirt (it had grass all over it from her ripping it up oh so many times). "I expect my macaroons soon."

And with a kind pat on the head to Head Dude and a warm smile, she was off, back towards the castle. Well She had thought to herself, that was..odd.

[font=PT Sans]"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say… .I don't care how much you deny it, you clearly like whoever this person is, because if you only found them 'slightly interesting', I don't think you'd be so upset about this entire situation, would you?"

Deep breathes. In. Out.

That’s right Hana. Whacking her with the newly created flower crown would ruin it’s artistic value. There was no need to be so brash to a pretty headed stranger. “ ‘Like’ ” he said monotonously “ Liking someone means it’ll take a lot for you to get bored of them. And I get bored very very..very, easily. Fine. Perhaps I’m upset. But that will change as quickly as the weather does. I’ll blow over eventually. That person soon too, will be boring. Everything gets boring in the end. You’re mistaken if you think I like them genuinely. I don’t like anyone easily. And I’m darn sure it’s the same for the other party” he was more prepared to answer her than before. Though it was meant to come off as telling her facts, it felt like he had only recited those words off a script. This wasn’t his 1st time he said such things, after all.

Now it was his turn to be confused. Not annoyed? Even without her looking back at him, it was fairly easy to sense multiple question marks appearing above his head. What surrounded the two students were just a bunch of question marks. It was safe to assume Hanako’s brain had a slight malfunction. An error that halted his thought process, or in other words; his ability to buffer anything. Just why was he so surprised at her answer? Was it her own obvious confusion at his question that unnerved him? Should he be angry that this confused her? Offended that she didn’t understand? The answer was ‘no’ considering he didn’t see a need to be understood by her. She was a mere talking mannequin. Not his therapist. Despite his logical reasoning, he still wanted to argue with her. ‘ You’re the annoying one!’ or something incredibly stupid like that. Those were the same things Dee had told him and once again, he had a god-awful time believing such things. Was it that he didn’t want to believe? So lost in thought, he barely could tell his surroundings until he felt an odd sensation on his head. It was too hasty to give him time to react quickly, but it still left him in a trance. The weird smile Pretty Head gave him also helped his dumbfounded state. So weird. Very weird. He wished he didn’t see that. If he didn’t, then he would realize he was now alone with nothing but grass ( both alive and dead ).

Pretty Head’s existence would’ve been a mere dream if not for the missing flower crown. Did she just..leave with his flower crown? And so casually at that? Who was she to make the fees for her services increase? “ Yare yare.. How bothersomeI would’ve appreciated a more dramatic exit..” he mumbled to himself as he leaned his back against the tree trunk behind him. Compared to the sky that was staring back at him, he really was small. A simple observation he didn’t realize until just now. The remembrance of it somehow made him feel lighter than before. He still got annoyed at the thought of Pretty Head. She didn’t even extend the same courtesy as he did and left without even telling him her name. What a doofus. He was going to deduct macaroons for that. She took off with his flower crown as well. Less macaroons for her, then. As he contemplated and searched for more reasons to deduct her fee’s, his hand unconsciously lingered on his head, where she placed hers a few minutes ago, before falling to his sides. A trace of a soft smile could be seen on the boy. The large sky really did make him weightless. Like all the anger just disappeared. He was rather curious to know if Pretty Head’s nosy self had anything to do with it. Whatever the reason, he should focus on more important matters. Like how the hell was he going to give macaroons to a nameless Gryffindor.
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