Zha works thoughtfully with a small comb, making the other nezha's hair ready to tie up back into buns. He weaves in another one of the flowers that he brought back from his trip into his xiaodi's hair. Leaning from one side to the other, he surveyed his work carefully. "And we're done, I think."
Nezha sighed. He bit his lip as his alternate self ran his hands through his messy hair a few minutes ago. The way he used the comb....it...it reminded him of his own mother. He suspected, that his own alternate self's mother. too, taught him well. It wasn't quite difficult to blink the dampness from his eyes, but....
The third prince mustered a soft smile as he reached up to his hair, which grew a bit wider as he noticed the flower.
"Thank you. Truly."