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Striped
100 word drabble, disclaimer: not mine, more in the wonders never cease ouevre.

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Cain had never been so happy to see the palace. Four months on the road away from Ambrose had been three months thirty days too long. Ambrose came bounding down the steps to meet him. After a fierce hug, Cain pushed him away to look at him. The doctors had said hair would never grow down the center of Ambrose’s scalp, but they had been wrong.

“Your hair!” he exclaimed.

“I know, it came in white!” Ambrose sounded distressed.

“It’s sexy!”

“I look like a skunk!”

Cain laughed and pulled his lover close. “You look like a dream to me.”