@contractualsarcasm said: Her fingers work briskly to weave a section of her lover's hair with a section of her own. Once she's finished she takes a moment to admire her handiwork and the way the colors of their hair complement each other. Her lips curve into a grin as she gives a gentle tug on the braided hair. "I uh, don't know how to tell you this...but you're stuck with me." She informs him with an amused hum.
Sometimes it was beyond Xigbar why he would entertain such humorous whims of Megara’s, given his extensive history of... well, not being so generous with his time and emotional energy.
...But then he remembered she had a smokin’ hot bod, and that kept him in his place as he let her do... whatever it was she was doing. She’d told him to keep one eye closed (as it was, the sarcastic shrew, the only one he could keep closed), and a few seconds afterwards, he could feel her gently grasping at the length of his hair. Likely putting it into some kind of braid, as she was wont to do on occasion---yet when she spoke again, after hefty handful of minutes, he turned slightly to ask her if he could take a look, only to feel a very obvious tug from the side on which she currently reclined.
To be fair though, the joke got a snort from him.
“Literally,” and he leaned in her direction, arms crossed---may as well get comfortable in such an intriguing predicament. “Guess it ain’t so bad. Y’know, could be stuck with someone worse, after all.”