“Hurry up, my neck hur- OWWWW MAMAGUEBASO!” He exclaims as you tug on a section of his hair.

’Shuddup you’re so loud.’ you say.

“HOW CAN I SHUT UP WHEN YOU’RE PULLING MY HAIR LIKE ITS A HANDLE OR SOMETHING- Jeez… — What is this-?!” he points to the braid.

“WHAT IS THIS ABOMINATION FORMING ON THE LEFT SIDE OF MY HEAD- God DAAYUM it looks like shit…”

He said as he inspected the side you had finished. He was lying. He just wanted to piss you off.