" no ! "

she exclaims, accidentally tugging the center strand she holds.

" i mean .. you always look so good.
you're like a ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š. "

hands go back to weaving the stems between the black threads.

" do you have a personal preference ? "
he sits in place, gazing off into the distance โ€ฆ simply letting the master do her work.

โ€œ oh?

i thought itโ€™d look better short. โ€œ

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