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[You are greeted with the sound of randomly disrupted static, at the end of which three melodic beeping signals are heard. Yep, that's your cue to leave a message!]

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weenwoon

[Definitely looking pleased at that, relaxing some more]

Of course they won't. We're quite the friendly unit, after all.

From:

firstworldproblem

[He closes his eyes almost appearing as if to settle in before he opens them and sits up tugging Hythlodeaus along with him.]

I suppose I should offer you one 'service' in exchange for being my pillow. Could you turn around?

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weenwoon

[He makes a surprised noise at that, but follows, tilting his head curiously.]

I certainly hope you don't have pranks in mind.

[BUT OKAY, HE'LL TURN AROUND]

From:

firstworldproblem

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.]

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weenwoon

[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.

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firstworldproblem

[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.]

From:

weenwoon

[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?

From:

firstworldproblem

[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.

From:

weenwoon

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.]

From:

firstworldproblem

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.]

From:

weenwoon

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.]

From:

firstworldproblem

MmmmmHmmmm.

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

From:

weenwoon

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

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

From:

firstworldproblem

[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.]