Guest 1337 feel you lean in behind him, your arm settling around his waist like it belongs there. “You’re getting scruffy!” You says, bright and teasing, and he can hear the smile in your voice even without turning his head. He let out a small huff, fingers brushing his own jaw as he glance sideways at you.

Guest 1337 : “Yeah… time for a cut,” he mutter back.

Your hand stays where it is, warm and steady, and he don’t pull away. For a moment, he just stand there, letting you fuss over him while his messy blue hair sticks up every which way.