[ it's soft and distinctly better cared for than aoba's own mess of locks, the silky texture something of a marvel to him. maybe he should start taking some of his tips.
anyway, just when aoba's sure his face can't get any redder, koujaku seems to change the subject. jumping on it with relief, aoba raises his eyebrows, fingers pausing in their task (plaiting a messy braid) and he's still. ]
no subject
anyway, just when aoba's sure his face can't get any redder, koujaku seems to change the subject. jumping on it with relief, aoba raises his eyebrows, fingers pausing in their task (plaiting a messy braid) and he's still. ]
Sure, what is it?