Vixen was done with his work for the first part of his morning. He had spent 10 minutes total. Not too little, not too much. Just the right amount of interaction for the boy. Down the halls he travelled to his next door. He hated the silence, it was like this eerie tune playing in his ear. A tune he couldn't pause or stop, it simply engulfed his entirety, his steps the only sound he heard.
He was on to Brianna's room. He didn't want to be there.
He raised his hand and rapped his knuckles on the door. A second later he opened the door and she stood in front of him, neck craned up just to lock eyes with him.
"Hi," she greeted.
"Hello," Vixen chuckled, ruffling her hair again.
"Aish!" Brianna groaned, patting her hair, "what's the point of doing my hair if you're just going to ruin it for me again?"
"If you know that then why do your hair?" Vixen shrugged, "You make it hard on yourself Bri."
