nimble fingers comb and sift through long, silky hair. she finds no gold in loose strands, shimmery as they were, but the real treasure was how he indulged her: allowing her to come this close. "mukuro-sama, I fixed your ponytail." chrome announces, a small, sly smile forming. she had added a braid to his hairstyle. // itegasumi.
YOU SPOIL ME.
still; perfectly, he sits for her. he’s quiet save for the occasional sound of a muted breath. the silence between them, though, is far from uncomfortable. in fact, were he not entranced by her careful work, he might have found it easy to fall asleep in her presence, alarmingly so. he has long ago lost track of whatever it is she’s attempting, distracted by her fingers combing over and over through his hair. and by the time she, at last, pulls away, his eyes are closed, shoulders slumped slightly. his is, without doubt, utterly relaxed.
mukuro-sama; at first, her address is merely a pleasant tune, an added layer to the near-dream he finds himself walking steadily toward. but then, a moment passes. and his eyes shoot open, blinking him awake as he shifts and turns to look at her. his expression is dazed briefly… until his eyes catch her smile, her words registering at last. then, a few seconds later, his own expression shifts, her sly smile soon mirrored by his own.
“ fixed? ” he begins, eyeing her, curious.
he doesn’t wait for an answer; instead, he pauses in his tease to shift, to try and look at what she’s done, head turning over one shoulder and then the other in an attempt to catch a glimpse of her masterpiece (and it is, of course, he knows. she has never done anything less than her best with him watching.) he looks back, grinning as he once again meets her eyes. and then, with a quiet huff, he relents and tilts his head so that she can appreciate her hard work.
“ i’ll trust your judgement. ” he claims. then, he grins. “ satisfied? ”
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