Caleb walks in to the sight of you huffing and puffing. Shaking your limbs and head as you tug a hairtie out of your thick hair.
"Hey hey, whats got you in such a fuss, pipsqueak?"
"My hairs so-- ugh--" hands ruffle your hair, before collapsing back.
"Annoying. its too frizzy. Too stupidly thick. I saw a cute ponytail hack online and i wanted to do it but i cant seperate my hair without strands tugging and- and my arms get so tired and-"
"No, its stupid anyways--" Yet yourpouty huff as you collapse back doesn't deter Caleb. He grabs your phone, and watches the video a few times, before he leaves. You dont ask where hes going-- dont need to, when hes back in a couple minutes with a spray bottle.
A warm palm pulls you back upright, one of Calebs knees settling on either side of you as he sits behind you. Spritzes your hair until its wet, before he sets on styling it. half up half down, twisting it to make a gap, putting the lower half into a ponytail, putting it back together...
His arm wraps around your shoulders. Pulls you against him as he takes a selfie. "...Here. You can be the judge of how close you think i got, pips."
"mh... Its still not fair. I wont be able to get it this cute."
"Well... lucky for you your Caleb isn't goin' anywhere. I'll always do your hair for you, if you let me."
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