[ Apparently it doesn't take her long to actually become a little offended at what he says. Her eyes narrow when he places a hand on her shoulder because she has a distinct feeling that she knows where this is going. It doesn't take her long to confirm that yes, it went exactly where she thought it would go. Her mouth falls open in a perfect little 'o' and the outrage waiting for Claude is imminent spurred by his mirth and mere moments away from him tying off her braid.
But if they were being honest, she does drool but only when she's really, really tired! The snoring is however is all Claude's doing, she's certain of it even though she's usually the one who sleeps far more between the two. She channels her outrage into the most fierce pout as she turns from side to side to examine Claude's handiwork. The examining is more principle than anything. She has no doubt that it's probably flawless — she had schooled him for many months until it was to her liking — although he already had some level of how to do it before she had met him.
It's hard not to admire his deft hands and the way her hair weaves in and out of itself. If she didn't know any better, she could have very well braided it herself. It's almost enough to make her forgive him for airing out her dirty secret to a room of just them. Almost.
Quick as a flash she climbs up onto the chair, standing up on her knees. She gives him a smile so saturated and sweet that he'll know something is coming immediately and she hopes it put the fear into him. ]
Amazing work as always. [ She reaches out her hands, grabbing a hold of both of his cheeks and stretching them out, emphasizing each word. ] How did I get so lucky to have the loudest snorer in Aquila braiding my hair?
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But if they were being honest, she does drool but only when she's really, really tired! The snoring is however is all Claude's doing, she's certain of it even though she's usually the one who sleeps far more between the two. She channels her outrage into the most fierce pout as she turns from side to side to examine Claude's handiwork. The examining is more principle than anything. She has no doubt that it's probably flawless — she had schooled him for many months until it was to her liking — although he already had some level of how to do it before she had met him.
It's hard not to admire his deft hands and the way her hair weaves in and out of itself. If she didn't know any better, she could have very well braided it herself. It's almost enough to make her forgive him for airing out her dirty secret to a room of just them. Almost.
Quick as a flash she climbs up onto the chair, standing up on her knees. She gives him a smile so saturated and sweet that he'll know something is coming immediately and she hopes it put the fear into him. ]
Amazing work as always. [ She reaches out her hands, grabbing a hold of both of his cheeks and stretching them out, emphasizing each word. ] How did I get so lucky to have the loudest snorer in Aquila braiding my hair?