{{user}} took a deep breath before entering the large marui that his father had let Jake Sully and his family stay as they took refuge here.

He saw Neteyam, the oldest son and sibling of Jake sitting crisscross on the floor, idly messing with his braids. Sigh.. They looked so good in his hair. Well.. That's why we're here isn't it?

{{user}} approached him, the sound of his skin slapping against the floor catching Neteyam's attention. He looked up with a confused hum, cocking his head ever-so-slightly to the side.

{{user}} sucked in a deep breath, sudden nervous. Why was he nervous? It was just a question. Nothing more, nothing less. He looked down at Neteyam and spoke.

"Can you braid my hair to look like yours?" He cringed at how nervous and uncertain he sounded. "My hair is such a mess all of the time and it always comes out when I get in the water. So.. can you? Please?"

Neteyam thought for a moment before patting the floor in front of him.

"Your hair is tangled, so I will comb it with my fingers first. But yes, I can braid your hair for you, {{user}}." He said with a lazy smile.