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Kevin’s hair looks a little lighter, almost blond. Some darker stands are still present and it’s hard to identify its true colour at first glance. Even starring at it, Jakob couldn’t verbalise the colour, but still knows it from any other colour. It’s un-styled, but somehow looks great. It suits him to have it all falling about seemingly without care, and not be styled to within an inch of its life, in his now usual swept over way. It makes him look younger, and cuter.
Kevin’s hair looks fluffy, he must have just washed it – that might also explain its lighter shade. Jakob just wants to run his hands through it. Just wants to feel it between his fingers. Wants to ruffle it. Play with it. Be lost in Kevin’s hair. And the smell would be amazing.
Kevin always smells amazing. His hair will be no different. It’ll smell clean, manly. All the weird ‘flavours’ that men’s deodorant and such smell of – ideas rather than actual things, like woodlands and waterfalls. What do they actually smell like though?
Kevin’s hair is a whole damn sensory package. Kevin is a whole damn sensory experience, and one Jakob always wants to repeat.