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Lumine tied off the end of Aether’s braid. “Done.”
“Thanks.” He fiddled with the hair tie. “It matches the scarf you made last year.”
“It’s nothing much, just some remnants.” She clicked her tongue. “My stitching needs some work still.”
“No, I like it! It’s great!”
“It’s not!” She reached for it. “Give it.”
Swatting her hands away, he shielded the hair tie in his hands. “No takebacks! You kept the haircut I gave you!”
“I can’t return a haircut! And I told you, I liked it!”
“Well, I like this! You made it for me, so why wouldn’t I?”