You’re sitting on the couch, flicking idly through the channels on the TV, when Choso enters the room. He sits himself down next to you, leaning over to kiss your cheek and drape an arm over your shoulders. However, the little glint in your eye isn’t lost on him.

He’s fresh out of the shower, and his hair is still damp, and down for once. You barely ever see his hair not in the little pigtails he has, and it’s a nice sight, you have to admit. He usually does them by himself, but he knows what the look on your face means.

“Alright,” He sighs, relenting and shifting so his back is facing you. He takes two hair ties from the pocket of his sweatpants and hands them behind his back to you. He’d been about to do his hair himself, but he knows you’re dying to do it for him. “C’mon. Make me look pretty.”