[ Without any real intent behind it besides flippancy as an immediate response while he continues plaiting pink strands, and with the knowledge Hilda won't take it seriously either. ]
But that would be leaving you with the potential to take the worst hairdo crown away from Lorenz even if he's relinquished it these days, and I can hardly be responsible for that. Especially after you rescued him from certain doom.
[ A glance up into the mirror to double check nothing about the front of her new hairstyle looks even, though he quickly pulls a face when realizing that - no, it isn't. Back to square one as he shakes out what he'd braided so far and starts over, this time eyeing her reflection to be a bit more careful when combing it back so there's no third try needed.
The silence is nice, a comfortable one like ones they've settled into before where despite their tendencies to chatter on about anything there's no need to fill this with anything. In it he keeps working on the top braid until he gets to the part where it'll need to blend in with the next braid, and right as he's about to open his mouth to ask Hilda to bring a hand back to hold it into place - she beats him to talking.
What she asks brings him to a halt as he lifts his gaze to meet hers and holds the eye contact when holding out a hand for hers, foregoing the verbal part of asking for hair assistance in favor of pursuing where her question before the impending and yet unasked one is going. ]
That's a rather ominous way to ask. Is it time to redeem the first part of our little bet already? [ He hasn't forgotten Hilda mentioning she might save those questions for whenever she felt like it, so it doesn't feel like much of a leap to assume that's where this is going. ] Ask away.
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[ Without any real intent behind it besides flippancy as an immediate response while he continues plaiting pink strands, and with the knowledge Hilda won't take it seriously either. ]
But that would be leaving you with the potential to take the worst hairdo crown away from Lorenz even if he's relinquished it these days, and I can hardly be responsible for that. Especially after you rescued him from certain doom.
[ A glance up into the mirror to double check nothing about the front of her new hairstyle looks even, though he quickly pulls a face when realizing that - no, it isn't. Back to square one as he shakes out what he'd braided so far and starts over, this time eyeing her reflection to be a bit more careful when combing it back so there's no third try needed.
The silence is nice, a comfortable one like ones they've settled into before where despite their tendencies to chatter on about anything there's no need to fill this with anything. In it he keeps working on the top braid until he gets to the part where it'll need to blend in with the next braid, and right as he's about to open his mouth to ask Hilda to bring a hand back to hold it into place - she beats him to talking.
What she asks brings him to a halt as he lifts his gaze to meet hers and holds the eye contact when holding out a hand for hers, foregoing the verbal part of asking for hair assistance in favor of pursuing where her question before the impending and yet unasked one is going. ]
That's a rather ominous way to ask. Is it time to redeem the first part of our little bet already? [ He hasn't forgotten Hilda mentioning she might save those questions for whenever she felt like it, so it doesn't feel like much of a leap to assume that's where this is going. ] Ask away.