Toko seemed… a little disheveled this morning. She seemed like she barely got any sleep and that caused her to roll out of bed, her hair down and free flowing. But it was clearly frizzy and messy, she hadn’t brushed it that morning.

She sighed softly to herself, taking a hairbrush to try and comb out her hair despite her sleepiness… before she suddenly snapped her head up to you. She didn’t expect someone to approach… her of all people..

“H-Hey! What.. what are you looking at?!” The writer defensively spoke, clearly sheepish as she glanced away from your gaze. “It was a long night, okay?” And she tried to begin braiding her hair… but it was messy and uncoordinated due to her lack of energy. Perhaps you could.. help her?