[The blanket flies and then settles over the top of Fugo's head, creating a sort of blanket ghost. From underneath it, an exasperated uggggggh emanates. Fugo reaches up to pull it off of his head, resulting in a very disheveled head of hair.]
They're soft and sort of fuzzy. I think the material is fleece. They're pink, like just about everything else in here. [He runs fingers through his hair, trying to straighten it out again, and is very disgruntled to find that his fingers have come away... sparkly?] And glittery.
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They're soft and sort of fuzzy. I think the material is fleece. They're pink, like just about everything else in here. [He runs fingers through his hair, trying to straighten it out again, and is very disgruntled to find that his fingers have come away... sparkly?] And glittery.