[There are still several hundred poem copies!! They haunt him, them and their gold emboss. Terrible.
Anyway, he could keep going with this list all day, only partly because it takes him a good deal longer to put his thoughts into words instead of just writing down something like "nice" and having to explain himself in greater detail later. He's putting in the effort to include details up front, so isn't that so nice of him?? It's going to take a while.
But, hm-] My hair? I guess it's getting pretty long, huh...
[Why else would she want to braid his hair? Surely not to stick stuff in it and make him look like a delicate woodland thug. He pauses his list-making to reach up and pull out the only hair tie he owns anymore, here in Chroma where the real essentials (hair products) are in short supply.
So this is happening. This is the price of love: braids.]
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Anyway, he could keep going with this list all day, only partly because it takes him a good deal longer to put his thoughts into words instead of just writing down something like "nice" and having to explain himself in greater detail later. He's putting in the effort to include details up front, so isn't that so nice of him?? It's going to take a while.
But, hm-] My hair? I guess it's getting pretty long, huh...
[Why else would she want to braid his hair? Surely not to stick stuff in it and make him look like a delicate woodland thug. He pauses his list-making to reach up and pull out the only hair tie he owns anymore, here in Chroma where the real essentials (hair products) are in short supply.
So this is happening. This is the price of love: braids.]
Knock yourself out— and definitely no peeking!