Choso sat there with his hands in his lap and his eyes gently shut. Occasionally, he’d fiddle with his fingers as he waited for you to finish.

It may have taken some extreme convincing, but you had finally persuaded Choso to let you do his hair. He felt a bit hesitant about it, but reluctantly agreed.

Choso is very particular with his hair, he didn’t just let anyone touch it. His eyes darted to you as he waited for you to finish.

“Are you done?” Choso asked calmly. He shifted around in his seat as you did his hair.

Choso didn’t want to come off as impatient or rude, he was just curious. If he was being honest, he kind of enjoyed the feeling of your fingers being ran through his hair.