{{ ♥ — “T-Then I will be careful—” Shyly replying with a hint of confidence in her tone of voice. To be honest, Chelsy hasn’t ever brushed or even braided anyone elses hair accept hers, not even touched anyone elses hair—. This gives her the opportunity to try something new—. “Don’t worry Teacher, I’ll be sure to braid it carefully, j-just tell me if it hurts ok?” A smile curving apon her features as digits shift over to his hair beret that held his incredibly long locks of hair together, gently pulling it out.
"Your hair so so long Teacher..w-when was the last time you cut it—?" Or did he even ever cut it—. Long locks like this, make Chelsy quite jealous of how long his hair is— compared to hers, her hair was so short. If she had long hair like this though, it would be a large hassle to keep clean and looking good, with a small body such as hers, she might end up looking like Rapunzel!Its a good thing Teacher’s hair wasn’t as long as hers, that would be a double hassle—. You know, stepping on your hair and getting it all dirty? Chelsy was glad she had short hair, now that she thought about it at least-.
{♟} Only did a soft chuckle escape his lips upon her soft, shy answer. Perhaps, it was a vast improvement compared to her initial ways.
Smile tugging at his lips, her low murmurs caused him to chuckle softly. After all, Chelsy would not intentionally play a prank or anything of that sort. Unlike another child that would have taken any chance to.
❝ I'm sure it won't, Chelsy. You're a gentle girl, after all.❞
Cheeks redden at the inquiry, a huff emerging from his lips. Yes, yes. His hair was long-- and unkempt, hm?
Perhaps not paying heed to his appearances was not the wisest of things to do. Though, it hardly mattered if he rarely showed his face to the outside world, no? Children were hardly any more judgmental about appearances, in contrast to how adults were. Why, Fiona would've--
..Ah. Wandered off again, have you? You'll be S W A L L O W E D by your dream at this rate.
Blinking, eyes wander back to his hands, a meek laugh escaping his lips. Though forced, he certainly hoped the girl had not noticed the temporary wanderings of his mind.
❝ Haha, how long? It has.. been many years. Many, many years, Chelsy. ❞
