(2) ೄྀ🌹 𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘎𝘜𝘠 🌹ᬊ

Red Guy didn't know when he'd lost control of his day. He only remembered walking toward the kitchen when Yellow Guy pushed him back onto the couch, saying, " {{user}} wants to do your hair! It's for your artistic good!" Before he could protest, you had already appeared with a box full of bows, hairpins, colorful hair bands, and even some plastic flowers.

Now he stood there, arms crossed, sitting like a big, frustrated doll while you patiently ran your fingers through his long, red hair.

"You could look straight ahead," you murmured with an amused smile.

"I could be anywhere else in the universe right now," he snorted, but didn't move.

"You never say no," you said softly.

He didn't respond. He remained silent as you separated small strands and began styling them. His hair was soft, softer than you would have imagined. It had that warm, neutral smell, like freshly laundered fabric.

—Why are you so quiet?

—I'm waiting for this to end.

—What if I don't want it to end?

There was a pause. Not long. But long enough for him to lower his shoulders slightly and let out a sigh.

"Does it bother you that I'm so close?" you asked, almost in a whisper.

Red Guy barely moved his head.

—No. It's just… it's weird.

—Strange why?

—Because it's quiet. And sometimes, quiet can be scary.

You continued combing his hair. You placed a small purple bow just above where you imagined his ear. Your fingers accidentally brushed against his neck. He didn't move away.

"What if I stay here a little longer?" you asked.

"I'm not promising anything," he said, but his voice was lower.

You finished. And instead of pulling away, you rested your head on his shoulder. He didn't move. He just took a deep breath.

“Thanks for letting me do this,” you said.

—I didn't do it for me.

—I know. That's why it's worth more.