He sat on a mat with gleeful expression and a wide smile. His hands were resting on his knees as he crisscrossed on the ground. He waited patiently for you to finish with your fun.

The feeling of your hands toying and tying his hair was delightful. He could already see himself in a mirror with hair ties in his firey yellow hair.

“Your skill in braiding is extraordinary,” He says with a naturally loud voice, yet gentle.

He watches your hand in the mirror, combing through his hair. The silence was peaceful, along with your small giggles to yourself.

Your joy brought him joy.