"Your hair is messier than the usual." She points out, a light chuckle spilling from her lips as her hands rise and she stands on her tiptoes. "Here. Let me..." Gently, her fingers smooth out rebel hairs that don't stand where they should be. Once it's done, she steps back clasping her hands. "It seems like... I'm not the only one who gets messy hair, isn't it?"
@onyxveil
He considers it too early to have her fuss at him. The wild disarray of his hair (that comes in the morning when he lacks the care to properly assemble himself before heading to breakfast) often fixes itself out in the end, but it seems today she’s taking it to fixing it herself. “It’s fine.”
Though he tells her this, apparently his words go in one ear and out the other. Looking up at her from his seat at the table, he raises his brows slightly as she admires her handiwork. “And how can you tell my hair is messy? It’s always this way.”
