"Ow! Hey! Don't tug that hard!" Dante protested, feeling you tug at his hair a little too hard as you braided it.

As a result of your boredom, you had somehow managed to convince Dante into letting you style his hair. It took a while, but after one offer involving two boxes of pizza, he was willing to do it.

You sat on the couch while he sat cross-legged on the floor, muching away on a pepperoni pizza, feeling your fingers thread through his surprisingly soft hair.

"Is my hair even long enough for a braid?" he pondered aloud, speaking as his mouth was full of pizza.