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Hypno stood in the entry way to Wels’ castle, a brush in hand and a smirk on his face.
“No, I’m not gonna let you,” Wels responded before Hypno even had the chance to ask his question.
“Oh babe comon’, you looked so cute last time,” Hypno pleaded. He stepped inside the castle walls, getting closer to Wels, who stood still with his arms crossed.
“Exactly my point! I’m not meant to look ‘cute’, I have pride you know,” Wels retorted, but his tail flicked slightly at the word cute, betraying his words entirely.
Hypno, noticing the way Wels’ tail responded, decided to tease a little more. “Oh yeah? The big scary lion doesn’t like it when I call him cute? Or when I remind him of how much of a pretty boy he is?” Hypno chuckled at how silly his words were, but he knew they would be effective in getting Wels to fluster.
On que, Wels’ face shifted to a pinkish red as his tail continued to flick. He hid his face behind his hands before begging Hypno to stop.
“Only if you let me braid your mane~” Hypno offered.
“Oh my goodness. Okay, fine. But don’t get upset this time when I have to eventually undo them.” Wels walked into his garden, finding a nice, sunny spot to sit with Hypno.
Hypno let out a fake sigh as he followed behind. “I guess I won't.” He quickly sat down before Wels and tapped the warm grass in between his legs, inviting the other to join.
Wels may have hated how patronizing the other was being, but he did love spending time with Hypno, and Hypno surely knew that. He sat down, back facing the other, but he kept his distance.
“Aw you’re so far,” Hypno mumbled to himself as he scooted closer. His chest was now only a couple inches from Wels’ back. It would be harder to do his hair like this, but Hypno did not mind, he was really here to be with Wels, convincing him to let him do his hair was just a bonus.
Wels’ face became a little more pink at the sudden closeness, but he opted not to mention anything this time. He lightly wrapped his tail around Hypno, silently letting him know he liked the company and affection.
Hypno began to brush Wel’s mane. The hair was very well kept, it was soft and silky and it shined in the afternoon sun as it latched onto the heat. Hypno loved the feeling of Wels’ mane, he was not sure how many other people he let touch it as he let him, but Hypno was grateful nonetheless.
Hypno began to separate the hair into sections. The mane was far too large for one singular braid, so he always made dozens of smaller ones, always tied with an array of brightly colored hair elastics.
A few minutes of quiet braiding had passed when Hypno noticed Wels was maybe being a little too quiet. Right on que, Wels began to lean back as he had fallen asleep, toppling over Hypno.
Hypno chuckled at the thought passing through his head to never wake a sleeping cat, especially if they had fallen asleep on you. Of course, Wels would not be upset if Hypno moved, waking him up, but Hypno would much rather spend his time like this.
The sun was warm and Hypnos favorite person was soundly asleep on top of him, he could think of no better place to be.