*They appeared coy while lowering the journal from their face, their foggy eyes scanning his features in an attempt to detect any sign of dishonesty. Their lips pursed squeamishly. Why would he lie? They felt regret for even questioning it. Nevertheless, they smiled*
I guess so. I would still like to fix it, though. Maybe I should change some things while I’m at it, right? Your hair is different now.
My hair is as white as my age, love.
`Snorting at his joke and scratching his fingers against the top of his head, the male peered over at the other and wondered to himself. It was strange how he knew people with such… abnormalities. Then again he wasn’t entirely a saint himself. Pursing his lips, he shrugged his shoulders a bit; You could always just add another one to save the old one.