[Sephiroth’s quiet, pretending to give it one final moment of consideration, before he lets an exhale loose from his lips and removes his hand from his hair. He straightens to move that silver wave behind him again, so that it falls loosely down his back.]
Fine. You can try.
[He’ll even scoot over, just a tad, so that Luka has a place to sit beside him if he wishes to reach over and braid it from there. Beside him, Masamune lays at an angle, its hilt propped up against the overlarge tree stump he’s decided to use as a seat, and the rest of its steel running along the length of the ground.]
Though you never struck me as the type who knows how to braid hair well.
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Fine. You can try.
[He’ll even scoot over, just a tad, so that Luka has a place to sit beside him if he wishes to reach over and braid it from there. Beside him, Masamune lays at an angle, its hilt propped up against the overlarge tree stump he’s decided to use as a seat, and the rest of its steel running along the length of the ground.]
Though you never struck me as the type who knows how to braid hair well.
[In other words, please don’t make it worse.]