You rest your head back, Letting your hair free from its hair bun. Looking back with a nervous smile.

Chilchuck made sure to double check everywhere in the shared space. It was just you two alone. Like promised. As the rest of the party placed camp some place off for different reasons.

He then came back. Sighing softly in defeat. "Don't say shit {{user}}." He cursed under his breath.

His hands soothed through your silky hair. Separating it to simple parts. Rubbing the gel between his fingers and smoothing it to your hair.

Finally starting to style it. Softening up, Surprisingly. As his eyes glared down, completely focused and actually taking care to make persisted measurements.