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Im addicted to Sander's artwork of Robbe.

Sander could make a whole art gallery just about Robbe, damn lucky you Robbe 🥺

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Told you I was thinking things,, so here’s the teeniest drabble of Sander braiding Robbe’s hair

“How do you even know how to do this?” Robbe asked, careful not to move too much.

“Miss Frida” Sander replied.

Robbe rolled his eyes, grateful that Sander couldn’t see, “Why did Miss Frida teach you how to plait?”

This time Sander tugged on the braid in warning and Robbe had to bite back the urge to moan.

“She taught all of us, said something about how it helps fine motor skills or something. She probably just couldn’t be bothered to braid her own wigs and made us do it and made up a reason why it’d be useful in an art class”

Robbe hummed in response and settled back onto Sander’s legs, letting the other boy continue braiding his hair. Each time Sander tugged at his hair to make sure the braid stayed tight he had to bite his lip to hold back any noise he might make.

Instead, Robbe thought about how he had even ended up in this situation. He knows it was because of the comment he made earlier, about how his hair was really starting to annoy him and how he wished he could just get rid of it. Sander had dropped to his knees and begged Robbe not to cut it, Robbe had just laughed at Sander, pressing a kiss to his bowed head and asked Sander what else he expected Robbe to do, which made Sander light up before dashing from Robbe’s room. When he had returned it was with a bunch of items pilfered from Zoë’s room, which had led them both to this.

A poke to his shoulder made Robbe zone back in and register that Sander had finished plaiting his hair. He carefully moved his hand up to his hair and trailed his fingers over the pattern Sander had made.

He didn’t know what it looked like but he knew he loved it.

Robbe moved so that he could turn and sit facing Sander, once he was comfortable he pressed a kiss to Sander’s cheek and whispered a small thank you into his shoulder. He smiled when he felt Sander’s arms wrap around his waist and pressed himself in closer.