virtusxcor:

“Uh—…Miss? That better?”

—The fuck else am I gonna’ call you? 

Yeesh.

He would not give tone to harsh cognition, instead sheepish simper tugging away at slender folds.

“Yeah! S’fine. Thanks.”

_{How’d he get it in a braid in the first place if he doesn’t even know how to braid?}

_{I’ve been braiding my own hair} forever.

_{She keeps a sigh in her chest, inhaling deeply and simply keeping the breath there. She has no desire to touch him so it is with surgical precision that she attempts to gather only hair. To keep cool knuckles from brushing against the nape of his neck.}

_{“You’re welcome.”}