@furinasopera
"Well, I suppose that's a bonus of being a hydro sovereign." She chuckled, getting up and washing off what bubbles remained.
"Oh, we didn't do your hair." She realized, reaching over to grab shampoo and start working it into his hair while he remained sitting.
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Neuvillette looked at her with a chuckle, shaking his head. “You are only saying that as an excuse to wash my hair,” he replied. “Lady Furina, you don't need to play such games with me if you wish to wash my hair. You are free to do so whenever you wish.”
He couldn't help the slight warmth that reached his cheeks, no doubt stark against his pale white skin. The warmth also settling into his heart. The smallest of things she did was exactly the reason he loved this woman, and sometimes, she was too much of a fool to see it. He'd once told her that he would love them enough for both of them until she too loved herself, and he had meant it.
“There,” the hydro sovereign said as he adjusted himself in the bath so she could access his hair easier to wash it. Almost offering his head to her like a dog might.
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