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Perish the thought.

[Scooting behind him, he brushes his fingers down the sides of his neck before he gathers his hair. From somewhere in the apron of his maid outfit he digs out a comb and begins to braid it. The actions are soft and it just as much a scalp massage as it is salon treatment, but in the end he does produce a certain familiar side-braid style.]

[He hums softly as Emet braids his hair; it's surprisingly pleasant and relaxing, and he almost finds himself dozing off. Seeing the end result brings another smile to his face and he gently runs his fingers over the braid, then turns to face Emet.]

... You are terribly sentimental.

[He certainly likes it, though, because he leans in to give Emet a soft kiss.]

Thank you.

[He kisses him back.]

Of course I am. It is one of my best features.

[And then he's semi-tackling him back onto the bed to use him as a pillow now that the deed is done.]

[He laughs, falling onto the bed and wrapping his arms around Emet.]

Careful, now. You don't want to ruin my hair right after you braided it, do you?

[Tangling their legs and tossing the blanket over them. Skirts and things probably make this less comfortable, but he doesn't seem to mind.]

I suppose I will simply have to braid it again. Or a third time if necessary.

Maybe you should just become my personal hair stylist.

[Snuggling up to Emet and closing his eyes contentedly, just breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his body. This is nice, actually.]

I would be happy to.

[Said a little sluggishly because he's just getting comfy and is glad Hythlodeaus is on board with the lazy snuggles as he wraps his tentacles around him.]

In exchange for being your pillow, I assume?

[He murmurs with a soft chuckle, resting a hand over one of the tentacles to pet it.]

MmmmmHmmmm.

[He makes a soft yet keen sound at the petting brushing the tentacle up into his hand.]

[... curious. Pets more, rubbing his fingers in circular motions]

I take it you feel the tactile input from the tentacles?

[That gets more pleased noises from him along with something that sounds like an affirmative to his inquiry in there somewhere. He's just quite happy and almost dozing on his bestie.]

[CUTE BASTARD. He'll just keep petting the tenties, slow and soothing, settling down to nap as well.]

... I love you, Hades.

[Oh.]

I love you, too.

[PERISH. He's going to use it against you now forever. Humming smugly to himself, turning his head to give Emet a cheek kiss.]

[Shush! He is not blushing at all in the least. Nope.]

[SURE YOU AREN'T. Then instead of dozing off he's just going to lay there and watch Emet :> Jiiiiiiiii.]

And here I thought I was going to watch you sleep?

You're really cute when you're blushing.

[That just increases the color of it.]

Stop.

[GRINS, oh he's absolutely not passing up the opportunity to be a gremlin. Reaching out to stroke the side of Emet's face]

Hades~

[Nope. He just burying his face into the side of Hythlodeaus' neck and not answering him!]

[Oh, you mean positioning yourself perfectly so he can purr into your ear?]

Ha~des~

[Wow. He's never done anything wrong in his---- oh, wait.

Placing a tentacle over his mouth.]

Yes, Hythlodeaus?

[did you think he WOULDN'T take the tentacle into his mouth, or]

[Strike two for Emet. Caught by surprised, a very indecent sound leaves his lips as he shudders which only causes the blush to deepen and spread to the tips of his ears and down his neck.]

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