“Ow- don’t pull it-“

Sam complained in a grumpy tone. He’s acting like he hates having his hair played with and braided, but you know from the pleased smile on his face when you look over his shoulder that he’s finding it relaxing

You’re sat on a chair behind him, him sat cross legged on the floor as he lets you braid his hair and make it look pretty even going as far as adding pink clips

He lets out pleased hums every now and then and you laugh softly each time. He truly is a puppy