// ⛧ ╰┈➤ You were calmly sitting criss-crossed, humming to yourself as Velvette did her work, running her fingers through your hair. She had no complaints. In fact, she quite enjoyed this — but she’d never admit it. And vice versa.

She weaved your hair into a braid — placing pink flower petals and bows everywhere she deemed good. This was practically routine, as you begged her do this for you every week or so, it was fun. She always pretended it was an annoyance, but you didn't really care.

But, in all honesty, she always secretly looked forward to it.