[she's still got more to go, considering how long his hair is, but eventually she'll reach the end of the plait and be able to tie it off with a ribbon, looping it so it won't fall out too easily.]
[He's patient the whole way; for how much he likes to move, to dash and fight, for how impatient he usually is to get going... this time he stays silent until it's done and tied off. That's when he runs the full braid through his hair, marveling at how neat it is, the black and white mingling with few stray hairs out. Definitely much better than he could have done himself, even if he'd sat down and tried to do it slow. It's just one of those things that escapes him.]
This is really well done. You got a lot of practice, huh?
You could say that. Since I was old enough to put my own hair back, I have, and it's come easily from then.
[she won't say how long ago that was, but it's fair to assume a while. long enough to change styles, to try different things and then find herself settling in what she has, valuing practical consistency over something more showy. there's no reason for it, after all.]
It's easier to go about the day without a risk of it getting in my eyes, after all.
[He shifts his bag from the convenience store, seeming to struggle with himself (Wujiu is greedy, but Wujiu is honorable as well, in equal portions) and then reaches down to pull out a wrapped melon bun, setting it on the table. Here, he can't just let a job well done go unpaid-for.]
[Which she'll probably understand to mean he has no intent at all of practicing. He does it enough for it to be manageable, but there's so much of it that he loses his focus, wanting too much to go and do something else--training, eating, seeing what Bi'an is up to...
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[she's still got more to go, considering how long his hair is, but eventually she'll reach the end of the plait and be able to tie it off with a ribbon, looping it so it won't fall out too easily.]
There. Much better.
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This is really well done. You got a lot of practice, huh?
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[she won't say how long ago that was, but it's fair to assume a while. long enough to change styles, to try different things and then find herself settling in what she has, valuing practical consistency over something more showy. there's no reason for it, after all.]
It's easier to go about the day without a risk of it getting in my eyes, after all.
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[He shifts his bag from the convenience store, seeming to struggle with himself (Wujiu is greedy, but Wujiu is honorable as well, in equal portions) and then reaches down to pull out a wrapped melon bun, setting it on the table. Here, he can't just let a job well done go unpaid-for.]
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That's kind of you. It's really no trouble - it's quite simple if you practice enough.
[the more she talks to him, the more she can avoid the sweet. simply distraction. it will be better after dinner, she tells herself.]
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[Which she'll probably understand to mean he has no intent at all of practicing. He does it enough for it to be manageable, but there's so much of it that he loses his focus, wanting too much to go and do something else--training, eating, seeing what Bi'an is up to...
That said, he gets ready to go.]
Stay safe out there.