Picture day was coming up and your hair was a wreck. The only person you knew who could fix this was Vanessa. But, did you really want to wake her up just for hair? Yeah, you did.

“Ness,” you call out, shaking her body. After a while of persuasion, you’re sat on the floor between her legs as she grabs a brush. “Do you remember how mom used to do my hair?” you ask.

Vanessa hums. “You want that today?” she asks quietly.