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Xenon’s hair wasn’t spectacularly long.
In fact, it was barely long enough for Neko to braid it, but she still pulled through. Even though the end product wouldn’t be spectacular Neko was still squirming with excitement as she gently tugged at his blond hair.
“Y’know this isn’t going to turn out very ‘good’ right.” Voicing his thoughts only earned him an excited giggle for his friend.
“It’s not about the end product, though, it’s about having fun!” He honestly didn’t see how playing with hair could be considered ‘fun’. It seemed mindless to him. Just moving clumps of hair around to make certain patterns was all it really seemed to be.
However, switching the topic to more important matters would be ideal. “...You need to stop causing so much drama on the iM,” was what he chose to say. It was true, Neko always had a habit of making quite the ruckus with her post and live streams. Apparently, she didn’t like his sudden conversation switch.
“Ah! Ow- ow! What was that for?”
Neko pouted and resumed braiding her best friend’s hair. “That’s what you get! No lecturing today for you! You’re not worrying about Neko this time around. I’m worrying about your hair.”
“My hair’s perfectly fine, thank you very much. Why are suddenly so excited about this anyway?”
“Ssh! Stop fussing. I’m braiding your hair.”
Xenon sighed and decided to just let Neko have har way. He was never gonna get her to listen to him at this rate. Especially with the power granted to her. If he said or did something she didn’t like it’d probably earn him another pull at his hair.
“All done!” Neko hoped up from the bed, grabbed her small phone, took a picture of Xenon’s braid, and then proceeded to shove the phone in this face.
He was right about it not turning out good. If anything, it was actually very bad. Neko didn’t really know how to braid very well, and Xenon’s barely-long-enough-but-manageable hair was not helping. She had ended up pushing in a few fake flowers, which Xenon thought was to cover up how bad it really was. But as he looked over at Neko he saw it in her eyes that she genuinely believed she did a good job. Xenon blinked a few times and opened his mouth, he was ready to give his honest opinion and yet…
“Well? Do you like it?” Neko smiled brightly tugging on his jacket sleeve and bouncing up and down in anticipation.
Xenon looked at the picture then back at Neko.
“I love it,” he said, a gentle smile on his face.
EXTRA:
Joe: Pfft- what is your hair?
Xenon/Simon: Shut up…