going insane thinking about Cale and a Reader with curly hair. Like can you imagine how fucking annoying that would be with his life style 😭 going in stakeouts and busting Arm bases year round in the wilderness and it’s not like you can say no to going with him (even if he wouldn’t mind) and your hair just fucking suffers through it all. The climate stress you put it through is traumatic to it at the very least.
You can’t even properly take care of it even if you want because you’re always on the run with that crazy bastard, always doing some insane shit that will undoubtedly make Alberu’s sanity decrease exponentially. So all you can do is either slick it back and send a prayer to whichever God is watching OR put it in a bun if it’s long enough for that.
Frizz is a lifestyle at that point and all though Cale doesn’t really care how you look like he lwk feels bad because your hair is so gorgeous and it’s being put through the wringer all because of him. He can’t even tell if it’s still curly at this point or if it’s become a whole new texture.
No one (but him that is) can remember how your hair looks like when it’s actually cared for—until you’re back in the Henituse territory for the New Year and allowed a rare chance to rest. Maybe Cale is Ona multi-way video call tying up some loose end with Alberu and the rest of his allies so he can properly enjoy the New Years Celebrations with his family when you walk into his study.
His eyes go wide for a moment and Record activates all on its own. You’re glowing in a way he hasn’t seen forever and your hair? It’s shiny and bouncy and god why does he have the childish urge to pull on the ringlets and watch the way they bounce?
You’re none the wiser to all of this of course when you walk up to his seat and make him scoot over so you can drape yourself across the arm and backrest. There’s a perfectly usable chair right next to his but you prefer to glue yourself to him in annoying ways for the sake of entertainment.
For the rest of the call Cale seems to glance over to you every 3 seconds, watching intently the way your curls shift and move with your every turn. The smell of your shampoo wafts into his nose and suddenly he’s more determined than ever to get that slacker life so you can always keep your hair like this.
