A small small huff escapes Choso’s lips as he begins to lean back in his already hunched position. His fingers and flick back his hair off of his shoulders with a soft smile.

“Try not to pull it all out, please.”



He chuckles under his breath. Yet, only half joking as he says this. Choso scoots back a bit further and sets his chin on his kneecaps, letting his eyes fall shut as you begin to rake your fingers through his scalp.