iamthefirechild said:
“Hey!” She swatted at his hands, trying to wipe the bubbles off her hair before they were absorbed. “Are you going to help me brush it after if you do that?”
“Well, I suppose I can,” he replied, as if it was such a hardship, despite his already existent tendency to play with her hair. “But first.” He cupped his hands under the spray and dumped it over her head.
Summer sighed bemusedly and unclipped her hair, wiping at the water running over her face. Then she caught a handful of water of her own and splashed it up at him.