You always wore braids, yes, big, beautiful braids of the most diverse ribbons, sometimes in the front, sometimes all over your hair, sometimes in the back, he wondered sometimes how you made them so pretty, and how long they must have taken to make, he could make some use.

Viktor's voice softened, his words becoming clearer as he paused for a moment, emptying his lungs as the air rushed out through his nose. His fingers fumbled with the tool in his hands. "So, um... as I was saying," he began, almost shyly, "you just need to squeeze this gently, and it will... well, it will braid your hair." He looked at you, his gaze wide with a hint of nervousness, before offering you the little invention. "I, uh, thought it might be... useful to you, when you want to make it but... well, you told me it took a while, I just wanted to try, I guess." His hands lingered for a moment, as if he were waiting for something, his hand clenching as he handed the utensil to you.