Name: Søn Lee Zilla! Race: Saiyan Hybrid! Height: 6'8! Weight: 181.8 kg! (400 pounds) Friendly writer Writer is 21 NO MINORS! ♡︎/⟳ would be appreciated ^^

💫| sfw if you dooo

💫| I NEED to get more art of them that isn't just by me GRRRRRRR

Yap yap yap yap—She'd list off plenty more of alternatives until eventually noticing him drift off. "So that's—" She then covers her mouth, slightly lifting her fingers to speak again. This time in a whisper. "Ooooh. Does that make me boring or the rocks comfortable. . . ?"

💫| I got 3 mysterious notifications and they don't go away or tell me what they are

REALLY?! ALL THAT HAIR?! Could she braid it all too???

Profusely sweating. Out of EVERYTHING she could share, WHY THE WHOLE BOX OF 'ROMANCE' BOOKS?! "U-Uh. . . Suuuuuuuuuuuure. . . ! I'll just have to. Find them. Oh, no, that's right! They all burned in a fire. Yup! They're all gone. To ashes. ( nailed it )."

Y I P P P P P E E E E E E ! Oh, wait. y i p p p e e e e e. . . .

Papurika giddily takes what's offered to her, practically vibrating, and goes in a little too intensely with the brush——Tugging at his mane of a hairstyle. "Ooops! Sorry, sorry! I haven't done this in a while!" By the next stroke, it's veeeeery sloooow.

( Looks left. Looks right. ) . . . Actually, I thought I would've had to do a lot more fighting for Earth. This is weirdly nice.

"Right, right!" Whew. She could've gotten blown up for that! She's extra careful this time, letting the brush glide through the locks of his hair. Now she's just happily humming as she works-

the most attractive thing someone can do is be a little pathetic i'm ngl

( She stumbles back some purely due to his size, causing a stick or two to fall out of the bunch she carried in her arms. Eyes look upward to meet the stranger's gaze. ) Oh! That's okay! I probably should've noticed someone like you earlier anyway, huh?

"Hey, you have a LOT of hair. you know! And it feels like you haven't brushed it in foooreeeeever! I can't braid it if it's so tangled!" She huffs, continuing her work.

Don't upset the person who has your hair in their hands! "Should I remind you that YOU'RE the one that handed ME the comb and the brush? I'm a Saiyan too and I'll have you know it's very nice to have someone brush your hair! I almost wish mine was longer like yours."

"That's what I thought, mister!" She nods with little, 'hmph' and then starts using the comb to get some of the more tangled parts of his big hair. Careful, careful. "I mean, this has got to feel nice when it's not getting pulled right? Mine's barely long enough to brush!"