[ He sounds so defeated.... But wait, she will have to, and she lets the conversation idle for a few moments.
She pulls another strand through the weave of the braid, then another, then another as she runs her fingers through his hair to form the braid. It's turning out to be graceful like the lazy strokes of ink on parchment; wispy yet not messy. ]
Mm... It's turning out nicely. Business as usual for Noctis, [ She echoes what he had said earlier, but with a twist: ] always appearing cool no matter what he does.
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She pulls another strand through the weave of the braid, then another, then another as she runs her fingers through his hair to form the braid. It's turning out to be graceful like the lazy strokes of ink on parchment; wispy yet not messy. ]
Mm... It's turning out nicely. Business as usual for Noctis, [ She echoes what he had said earlier, but with a twist: ] always appearing cool no matter what he does.