Choso's tired eyes watched you struggle for a bit, finding it slightly amusing at the small pout on your lips as you tried to style your hair. Your sweet little pout turning into a sheepish smile as you turn to him holding out the brush to him, a silent plea of help. Which of course he couldn’t refuse you.

“C’mere angel.” He mumbled, patting the space he had made between his legs for you to sit so he could help you with your hair.