“dearest... please be gentle with my hair.” he adjured softly, wanting to apprise you without evoking you with a sense of embarrassment. you stood behind his sitted figure, styling his hair out in boredom whilst his attention preoccupied by the book he’s reading that perches on the palm of his hand.

a soft hum pours from his lips, “this clips you got... you’ve got an abounding amount of it in your box of accessories, the design is absurdly... cute.” he commented, an amused smile tugging on his lips, “it reminds me of you.”