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albedo’s always had to braid his hair himself.
everyday, once he woke up, and he brushed his hair, he stood in front of the mirror for 10 minutes or so to braid his signature half-up-half-down hairdo.
emphasis on the past tense.
“‘bedo….”
“…mmh?” a groan rose from the tangle of blankets that he called their bed.
“‘bedo, it’s time to wake up.”
“mmh…”
“‘bedo….wake up.” silence.
“‘bedo…..”
his answer to that was this not expected common phrase. “i don’t want to…”
“ah-ah-ah? what’s this? the ever early bird finally wants to stay in bed when he has his highly important meeting in 2 hours?”
she finally heard the click in his mind, due to his rare swear. “oh shit….”
“haah…" she chuckled quietly. "‘bedo, you need to get ready.”
“…fine.” he sits up slowly and groggily rubs his eyes.
she wordlessly hands him his signature outfit consisting of a blue dress shirt, grey tights and black shorts. walking out to give him privacy, she stops midway at his voice.
“braid my hair?” his raspy morning voice sent blood rushing to her face.
she managed to ask, “do you want me to?”
“yes.”
“then i will.”
“then don’t be so formal.” his implied message sent shivers down her spine.
she swallows, and turns around to braid his hair.
parting his hair into three sections, she took the left-most one and split it into three parts, and began to braid.
“tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“mhm.”
she tugged and twisted his hair, until the left braid was done. then she started on the right one.
“so, what’s this meeting about?” she asked.
“hmmm… not much, just about dragonspine and its ice and expeditions…negotiations with liyue…”
“that’s a lot, ‘bedo.”
“not much for a prince like me.”
“cocky now, huh?”
“only with you.”
her face flushed a bright red. “i’m done!” she let go of his braid and stomped out. she could hear his light chuckle from the room.
so, albedo had to braid his before, but he doesn’t miss the loss. not when his lovely y/n is to do it for him. a fair price, if you ask him.