Terezi & Mason
"My school is in Montana." He answered. Mason still spent holidays with his mother, but he'd lived at St. Vladimir's for most of his life, so it was more home to him than anywhere. "What about you? Where's home?" Mason continued piling up snow as well as packing it into a more compact structure.
He stopped and looked at her when she said the thing about his hair. "Wait...what? You can smell the color of my hair? How does that work? How can you smell a color?"