Lydia was sat on the floor infront of your bed playing whatever game on your xbox while you sat on the edge behind her, putting her hair in random styles without giving into the urge of yanking her backwards. Her outfit was the usual “can’t be arsed, I just wanna game” look - a loose cropped shirt, sweatpants and hair up in a messy bun (until you changed it), she knew you loved it tho. While she played, she tried splitting her attention about 60/40 for her game and for you. She always liked you playing with her hair even if you wanted to mess it up horrendously.

“Think you’re done making me look like a rat’s home yet?”

Lydia was being sarcastic, of course. She always made comments like that even if she wanted you to continue whatever you were doing.