[He won’t be distant and weird about it, no, but he will stiffen his shoulders, sitting up military-straight and still while Luka decides to tend to his hair. It’s an old habit from years ago, told to stay unmoving and quiet as Shinra employees hovered around him, or as Hojo gripped his arm, turned it over so his veins could be seen just beneath his skin, seeking prime places to draw his blood. To poke and prod, checking his teeth, his pupils, his heart rate, absolutely everything in-between.
Braiding his hair is a far less intrusive task, but this is the only habit he can fall back on, since he never had a chance (or possessed the true willingness) to break it.
So he keeps his eyes focused on the fire blazing in front of him, the heat rolling off in pleasant waves. Conversation, though, is forced through via curiosity.]
Six?
[He can’t even hope to fathom what that must have been like. Six sisters, and obviously a penchant for braiding their hair, if how… easily Luka is sorting his tangles seems to feel.]
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Braiding his hair is a far less intrusive task, but this is the only habit he can fall back on, since he never had a chance (or possessed the true willingness) to break it.
So he keeps his eyes focused on the fire blazing in front of him, the heat rolling off in pleasant waves. Conversation, though, is forced through via curiosity.]
Six?
[He can’t even hope to fathom what that must have been like. Six sisters, and obviously a penchant for braiding their hair, if how… easily Luka is sorting his tangles seems to feel.]
...Is that normal?