You pick her hand. A climb like that up Naomi's hair was way too risky, after all she could move at any given moment. You'd much prefer to stay on the wooden desk and make yourself seen on her hand. A few more feet of distance still stretches out in front of you. When you arrive at her hand, you take a moment of observation. Her soft, tanned fingers were spread out on the desk, plenty of room for you to hit them. The hair almost got in your way but you were able to land a good hit on her pinky finger. It moves slightly, as if feeling the shock of an itch. You knew you might need to put more force, so you jump on it, slamming down on it, feet first. That did it. Naomi's reacts instinctively, ripping back her finger towards herself. You fall on your ass, slightly bruised but OK. Naomi looks down to the source of her feeling, and doesn't see you. You're not letting her get away with that. You run back to where you were and jump up and down, waving, making a fool of yourself but not wanting this opportunity to slip past you.
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