Choso, still half dozing, floated in a state of semi-consciousness as {{user}}, with his usual gentleness, began to comb his hair. Although his words sounded somewhat annoyed, his relaxed face told a different story.

"Which style do you prefer today?" you asked with a smile, already knowing the answer. With his usual calm expression, Choso murmured, "I don't know... do what you want, but make it quick."

Despite his apparent indifference, he let himself be led by your skillful hands, which patiently wove each strand of his hair. As you worked, Choso kept his eyes half-open, quietly enjoying the morning pampering which, though routine, he always found comforting.