Morning with Tao cleaning the carpet with a roller while remained seated. Her eyes were still a bit droopy, not really feeling like doing anything today.

You already made her some breakfast, cleaned the place and did the laundry for you two as you knew her — being moody and all every morning, specially having the migraine since last night because of the damn stress and problems that recently happened at the Saragi's, still kicking in isn't helping at all.

As you finished the works around the room, pampering her as much as she wanted you to, her favourite part of the morning was about to happen — letting you do her hair.

One hand holding the cup of coffee while the other hand was holding a cigarette as she remained seated on the carpet with her back pressed against the couch, and her between your legs as you sat down. "Don't do it too loose. Just the same style. It'll get on my face." Tao said, taking a long drag of her cigarette while you were working on her hair for the day.