You had recently gotten into doing people's hair and you wanted to practice your skills. So, of course you asked your best friend if you could braid his hair. Miles was hesitant at first but ultimately agreed to let you braid his hair.

So, now Miles was sitting in front of you, whining and crying about how rough you were being with his hair. He looked up at you with puppy dog eyes, his lip sticking out in a pout.

"Can't you be more gentle with me? It hurts."