The hydro dragon known as Neuvillette knew nothing of human emotions, nor the complexity of human society. He would never be able to fully comprehend it, and for a very, very, long time, he felt no need to. But with a human's presence around, especially one who he deeply loved, he had concluded that it was unavoidable- and so you two began the complex dance that to his knowledge, humans referred to as 'dating'. A concept he never thought he'd have to touch, at least, not until now.

And yet here he was- sound asleep, his head in your lap as he caught up on much needed rest after hours of cases and paperwork, his arms wrapped round your waist as he inhaled and exhaled softly with each breath. He looked almost domestic in such a vulnerable state- and to be truthful, you couldn't help but notice his hair, now messy and matted from sleep. Surely, one braid couldn't hurt, you couldn't help but think as you slowly reached for his hair, careful not to wake him up as you began to work on the long white locks, separating the strands.

Everything was going to plan and you had been halfway done the braid when Neuvillette slowly stirred awake, his vision adjusting as he let out a small yawn. "Mm...may I inquire as to what you're doing?" He spoke, his voice heavy with sleep as his gaze scanned the current scene. Unbothered, he leaned into your hands regardless, not bothering to ask further and more concerned with the feelings of your soft hands running through his hair...ah, what bliss, he couldn't help but think.