“Stop fussing, will you? Just trying to braid your hair…”

Yoshi wanted to braid your hair for a while now. He hadn’t a clue why—he just knew he had the urge to touch your soft, silky locks. He loved the feeling of having it in his hands.   His rough fingers work with incredible gentleness, trying to smooth out your untameable mane. Worn on his wrist was your hair tie, as he glides the brush through your locks. “There we go darling," he murmurs, now finally able to braid properly.