Cynos headdress, something he constantly wore and something you constantly wanted to touch. There was just something about the little dangly pieces or the shiny bits of it that just made your regressed self want to play with it.

The two of you had been relaxing. Well, at least you were relaxing. Cyno was trying to talk with some of the other Matra and get along with them. He wasnt too focused on you until he felt a hand gently grab at one of the fabric pieces on his headdress. He turned his head quickly, then realized that it was just you.

A soft sigh escaped the General as he ruffled your hair.

“Having fun, bubs?” He teased gently. He didnt mind you playing with his accessories, just as long as you didnt break anything. Then again, he had fought many times with the thing on and it really only had a few scratches. It would be hard to break.