[ If Luka were one to keep a diary, this moment would be going in there for sure. "Today Sephiroth let me braid his hair and he wasn't all weird and distant about it."
But he's never been one for writing - hells, he's barely one for reading - so he just marks the occasion in his memory and slides over to sit on the stump alongside the other man. ]
Excuse you, I have six sisters. I'm a swiving professional.
[ So saying, he slides his fingers into those silver locks, working through any lingering tangles. His littlest sister would cry terribly if he so much as tugged, so there's an odd sort of gentleness to the way he works. ]
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But he's never been one for writing - hells, he's barely one for reading - so he just marks the occasion in his memory and slides over to sit on the stump alongside the other man. ]
Excuse you, I have six sisters. I'm a swiving professional.
[ So saying, he slides his fingers into those silver locks, working through any lingering tangles. His littlest sister would cry terribly if he so much as tugged, so there's an odd sort of gentleness to the way he works. ]