@geegigi (c)
Willam’s query has her tilting her head from side to side in a quiet inspection of his hair, a soft humming sound of contemplation forming in her throat while doing so. On a first observation, the length wasn’t all too bad to make an attempt at making something out of it but the first thought which crosses Gigi’s mind has her falling in a sudden fit of laughter. It’s too late for her to hide it from him but she does try to bring it to a quicker ending by drawing in her bottom lip between her teeth, eyebrows knitting just a little in what she hoped would be a stare conveying a silent apology. “I can try, Willam, I can try. I can’t promise you it will be the masterpiece it is with girls’ hair, but I can assure you I won’t ruin those locks of yours. How’s that sound?”
Willam suddenly feels shy under the inspection, and the laughter soon has his cheeks burning red as he contemplates if he’s done something embarrassing, or he’d fallen asleep drunk and one of the twins had shaved a rude word into the back of his head. Would they do that? He isn’t entirely sure they wouldn't. The apologetic stare is slight consolation- he knows Gigi and her kind heart wouldn’t have embarrassed him on purpose nor think anything particularly nasty about him. “Sounds good enough for me.” He says with a cough as the last of his blush drains away. “To be honest, I just like the feeling of people doing my hair. And it’s at an awkward length- I’m not so good with styling it beyond shoving it up in a hat.”