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Charles scrolled on his phone mindlessly with one hand, post after post cruising past. His free hand fiddled aimlessly with the spoon sticking from his cereal bowl, clanking against the porcelain sides. It was half full, chunks of wheat flakes floating around in the milk he never drank. They jostled around every time he flicked the handle of the spoon.
Behind him was Max, securing a bandana to his head. It was how Charles liked his hair to be put up, because he claimed that headbands made his hair,”too ugly,” and that a bandana was a good texture on his forehead. Charles furrowed his brow when he was tugged back for the fifth time.
“Caro, what is taking you so long?” He asked, shifting his pupils to look as far back behind him as he could. “You are normally quicker than this.”
“I swear, your head has grown two times bigger,” Max shot back. “You gave me a different cloth today. It is too short for you, it won’t tie around your head without me squeezing you.”
“So why did you not go and grab a different one?”
“I simply did not want to.”
The two men sat silently, Max’s hands still as they recognized the issue. An impasse.
“They’re just over in the living room, it is not a far walk,” Charles said, putting his phone down. “It’s all been done before.”
”But I do not want to.”
Charles blinked in his seat, the gears in his mind turning around as they considered his dilemma. He pursed his lips, drumming his fingers on his phone case.
“No matter. You don’t have to do my hair today, I can do it later before I start stream.”
He heard a giggle behind him, a set of fingers running through his hair and ruffling the front of it.
“I only jest. I’ll go get a new one right now, I just wanted to cause a fuss,” he said, leaning forward and kissing Charles’s forehead upside down.
Charles scoffed, blood creeping up his neck and into his cheekbones. He turned around, maybe to quip again, but he was met with the presence of nobody. Max had already gone off, and he was left to his own devices. Not even a bandanna to keep him company.
It was nice to be cared for, he thought, grinning to himself. Oh, very nice.