How? [ he's half expecting kaiba to suggest chopping it off, because his mind had wandered to and from the suggestion a couple of times already. he'll just endure the embarrassment if that's the only option he's left with. ]
...? [ he quirks a brow, but wordlessly obliges and turns around for kaiba. he bristles when he takes it in hand, but only because this is just so weird and surreal. he doesn't move his head although he wants to, but it's not hard to tell that kaiba is braiding it. ] How do you know how to do that anyway? [ he can't help but ask. ] A- And thanks. [ his face is turning fifty shades of pink as kaiba words and he hopes that, by the end of it, he's able to will the color away, because he'd rather not die of embarrassment today. ]
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...? [ he quirks a brow, but wordlessly obliges and turns around for kaiba. he bristles when he takes it in hand, but only because this is just so weird and surreal. he doesn't move his head although he wants to, but it's not hard to tell that kaiba is braiding it. ] How do you know how to do that anyway? [ he can't help but ask. ] A- And thanks. [ his face is turning fifty shades of pink as kaiba words and he hopes that, by the end of it, he's able to will the color away, because he'd rather not die of embarrassment today. ]