you and leopold were sat in the clearing of an oak forest, the sun beaming down on the pair. you were perched on a fallen log, with the boy infront of you as you pulled his hair into tiny plaits, one at a time. though they weren’t too noticeable. at the least, it meant that he trusted you, and would value yourself as a whole. he’d never stop your actions. “ow! ouch!” he squealed as you tugged on his hair a bit harder than you’d meant to.