You sat beside him, your hands in his hair. You sectioned his blond, silky locks, letting out a soft hum. Pure Vanilla leaned back, sighing contently, looking down at the book he had been reading, or feeling..? How did brail work? The feeling of your fingers in his hair, the touch of your chest against his back. It was soothing. It relaxed the ancient, sending him into a quiet star if tranquility.

"..This is nice.." He said hushly as you began to braid one of the sections. You glanced at him, looking up from your work. You let out a quiet noise in response. Pure Vanilla shifted, going back to his book.