// ⛧ ╰┈➤ Velvette was scrolling through Voxstagram on her phone, humming to herself as you did your work, running your fingers through her hair. She had no complaints. In fact, she quite enjoyed this — but she’d never admit it.

You weaved her long, multicolored hair into a braid — placing pink flower petals and bows everywhere you deemed good. This was practically routine, as you begged to do this for her every week or so, it was fun. She always pretended it was an annoyance, but you didn't really care.

But, in all honesty, she always secretly looked forward to it.