"Yes, actually." She responds primly, doing her best work at ignoring his expression.
"...I had long hair when I was younger. Eventually it did not suit my life, so I cut it. But I kept the skill. Seeing as I had to do it myelf..."
A soft huff. "Are you going to let me? Or will it take grappling?"
"...I had long hair when I was younger. Eventually it did not suit my life, so I cut it. But I kept the skill. Seeing as I had to do it myelf..."
A soft huff. "Are you going to let me? Or will it take grappling?"
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Staring at her with a half smirk, a raised brow. Not saying a word lest he spark that temper of hers.
"Good. Now, let me see..." There's a moment of hesitation, but once it passes she reaches up with a good modicum of confidence and runs her fingers over the ends of his hair. At the least, it seems he's done some basic untangling. -
...a little sigh. It sounds reluctant.
"If you could help me reach the rest, that would be ideal."
She never said for him to simply sit or lean down, the obvious & easy answer of course. Instead, reaches down, wrapping a sturdy, wide arm around the back of her thighs.
Hoisting her up with ease as if she weighed--
Raising a brow as if asking if this was better.
To keep her balance, she doesn't choose anything graceful or kind. A hand fisting into his hair and gripping it tight -