mild apprehension, blank dreams of the coming fun.

[shooteverything]

[ he keeps telling himself it's not weird. it's just hair. he's just... helping... or something.

okay, so it's fucking weird. but nill asked, since her friend can't do it himself with his hands injured, and he literally has nothing better to do than to sit around and nap in the old church. (god forbid nill be the one to do the braiding. she can barely tie her own hair.)

heine snaps a hair elastic on his wrist and tilts his head at the first row of pews, right up next to the podium where the minister preaches. ]

Take a seat, I guess.

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[badroll]

[...How he got talked into this, he doesn't even know. Your hair gets caught once and suddenly everybody's judging your life choices, saying you should cut it off or tie it up.

His hair's too long to just tie up though, and there's no way he's cutting it. So he sits, because Kite has no clue how to braid hair, let alone hair nearly as long as he is tall.

Sighing heavily, he takes a seat on one of the pews.] Let's just get this over with.

[shooteverything]

That's what I was thinking.

[ heine motions for kite to turn sideways, then takes a seat on the pew next to him. at least the guy's hair is taken care of. he has a comb donated by nill, which he starts using to part his hair into three sections.

how the hell does anyone live with hair this long? heine frowns slightly at the thought. he's not rough on purpose, but he's certainly not very gentle, either. ]

...just a braid is fine, right?

[ right? ]

[badroll]

Yeah, that's fine. [Kite turns to his side, his hair spilling over the seat and onto the floor. It really was long, and braiding it wasn't going to be quick.

His face is just pulled into a perpetual frown, twitching slightly at every too-hard tug of his locks.]

[shooteverything]

[ heine pauses when he hits a tangle, hands full of hair. he wasn't trained for this shit.

fortunately, he at least sort of knows how to do it. he successfully detangles the knot, then starts actually braiding. the silence that descends is extremely awkward. heine, though, is too occupied with braiding and not yanking too hard, and says nothing.

he still ends up tugging on kite's scalp once or twice, though. ]

...sorry.

[badroll]

[No one was trained to deal with this much hair, not even Kite, and he lives with it.

Most of that awkward silence is spent with him--well, doing nothing in particular other than the occasional grunt as his hair is tugged.]

You're not very good at this. [Just being honest over here.]

[shooteverything]

[ heine sighs. it's hard to be offended when he knows he really is that bad. ]

Yeah. Well, Nill's not any better, so... [ he flips one strand of incredibly long hair over the other segment, frowning in concentration. ] I'm working on it.

How do you even walk around with this much hair?

[badroll]

The same way you walk. [It went down past his knees, but not to the floor. Although sometimes he ended up sitting on it by accident.]

What's with the fascination?

[shooteverything]

You don't realize how long this is?

[ heine would gesture, but he can't move his hands from his hair or risk losing all the progress he's made. so far, the braid is a little crooked, but neat enough. ]

[badroll]

Down to the centimeter? No, I can't say I ever bothered to measure it.

[Hardly answering the question, and he knows it.]

[shooteverything]

I meant it looks like a fucking hassle.

[ heine smooths his fingers over a strand of hair, the ragged edge of his fingernail catching on it. a scowl, and he tucks it into the braid. ]