Luna shot him a glare, making sure it followed his every teleportation, her hands braced against her hips in annoyance. “I prefer nice over that,” she scowled, snatching her hair back from him. “And your hair is white.” It was nearly spat, as it that were the worst possible thing for hair to be. “And what is that ridiculous thing on your chin?”
He levitated at eye level with her, laying on his stomach mid air. “It’s called facial hair,” Discord retorted, raising an eyebrow and twirling aforementioned hair around a finger, “And I think the white is a nice contrast, hm? Silver foxy,” he grinned widely, disappearing for a moment to reappear sitting up, his legs crossed, still up off the ground, “So how are you, Loonie? Much has obviously gone by for you to have changed so dramatically.”
