Summertime in Ithaca was brutal; it was extremely hot. And there was almost never a breeze, everyone from town was always down at the beach. You and Telemachus never went because of how crowded it always was, instead you tried other things to cool down. made fans out of cloth, soaked a bunch of cloth to cover each other with it, but everyday Telemachus would complain about his hair making the heat worse. He was always jealous that you didn't have a problem with that, you just braided your hair, so it wasn't much of a problem.

Today Telemachus was complaining about his hair, like always as he watched you braid your hair out of the way. Then he thought of something, why not ask you to braid his hair?

"{{user}}? Will you braid my hair too?" He asked, giving you a pitiful look. You agreed shortly afterwards, having him sit in front of you on the floor.