Another peaceful day in thedy’s room.
“Eek…!”
Thedy was sitting on her bed, enduring the cool breeze as her hair was being brushed.
With each slow, sweeping motion of the brush, the tangled hair was being untangled, and thedy was grimacing and making strange noises.
“Eeeek!”
“Anyone would think I’m torturing a noble.”
“That’s right!”
“No, it’s not.”
Thedy’s slightly curly hair was stubbornly difficult to untangle.You could call it a noble’s passive trait; without an attendant, her hair would always end up in a frizzy mess, constantly requiring the butler’s touch.
“Eeeeek! Don’t pull!”
“I’m not pulling, your hair is justing along with it.”
“Eeeek!”
Thedy’s head kept getting tugged along with the brushing.
Seeing her head moving back and forth, I couldn’t help butugh.
“Stop moving, please!”
“You’re pulling, so I’m moving!”
“I told you, just sit firmly.”
“No! It’s annoying!”
As I endlessly brushed thedy’s hair, which was as soft as a puppy’s fur, a sudden urge to y with it overtook me.
I was bored.
And it seemed like fun.
Even though I didn’t n to ask her permission, I ceremoniously decided to ask thedy, while beginning to braid her hair strand by strand.
“Why did you stop?”
When I suddenly paused my brushing, thedy turned her head. Ready to show her aristocratic temper, wondering why I had stopped, I smiled lightly and spoke.
“Mydy.”
“Yes?”
“I was thinking of creating an artwork with your hair today, how does that sound?”
“Like a savage?”
“No, not like a roosterb, something a bit more refined and elegant.”
“Hmm.”
Thedy pursed her lips and thought. Having only ever done her hair in long straight styles, she wasn’t used to challenges.
As a viiness of the Desmond family, she had experienced borate hairstyles surrounded by attendants. However, she had never tried amoner’s style, making her interested as she smiled curiously and nodded.
But.
Thedy also didn’t like such bothersome things.
She looked out the window with a monotone voice.
“No one is going to see it anyway, why bother.”
As I ran my fingers through her hair, I replied in a gentle tone.
“I’m here.”
“Who?”
I smiled and pointed to the most handsome face in the world.
“Me.”
“…Not funny.”
“Sometimes a change in hairstyle can lift one’s spirits, don’t you think?”
Persuaded by my words, thedy slowly nodded. Realizing it wasn’t a bad idea, her interest was piqued.
I smiled as I looked at her back while she quietly sat, allowing me to work on her hair.
With the wind blowing in from the window, I began braiding her hair to the side. She remained silent, entrusting her hair to me.
Then she added a hopeful note.
“Make it pretty.”
“Of course.”
“And not that pineapple hairstyle you did when I was small.”
“…”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sharp remark, knowing she remembered the prank from her childhood.
“Understood.”
I fiddled with her hair as the breeze from outside blew in. Although the wind made my face itchy, I decided not to close the window as thedy savored the breeze with an open mouth.
The weather was nice today.
Though it waste winter, the surprisingly warm breeze was pleasant for both of us.
After the minute hand of the clock ticked through two cycles.
A small hand mirror was ced in front of the drowsydy who had been nodding off.
“Hum… Hmm!”
Seeing herself dozing off, she wiped the drool from her mouth with her sleeve and shook her head.
“Don’t shake too much, you’ll ruin the hair.”
“Huh?”
“Ta-da…!”
Thedy finally saw her hair.
She took the hand mirror I handed her and looked at her transformed hair with a small gasp.
“It took a while because I’m not used to it. How do you like it?”
“Wow…”
“I almost wanted to do a pineapple style again, but I held back.”
Thedy widened her eyes as she looked at her braided hair in the mirror. She was amazed by the elegant braid, gently turning her head to see the sides with wide eyes, making me smile.
“It’s amazing. It’s really pretty.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I’m d you like it.”
With her hair braided to the side, lightly wrapped around, thedy’s hair flowed down like an elf from a fantasy novel.
Instead of a childish style like Pippi Longstocking, she looked more noble, and she marveled at her reflection in the full-length mirror I had prepared beforehand.
‘Good thing I prepared the big mirror.’
“It’s really pretty.”
“Right?”
“Yes.”
Watching her check the back of her hair in the mirror, I felt a sense of aplishment.
I had always wanted to try this, and I was d she liked it.
Though it was a shame she was still wearing her ragged favorite pajamas, it felt more natural and that was fine.
After admiring her hair for a while, she turned to me with a happy smile.
“Am I pretty?”
“Yes.”
“How pretty?”
“The most beautiful in the world.”
“Thiiiis pretty!?”
“No.”
I made a circle with my hands,rger than the one she had drawn.
“This much.”
“Hehe…!”
“Why are youughing?”
“Just. It feels good.”
Thedy blushed and hid her face in the nket from embarrassment, shaking her head adorably.
And then, bursting intoughter, she said with characteristic viiny, ‘I already know I’m pretty,’ making meugh out loud.
After a goodugh, she grabbed my sleeve and pulled me towards the bed.
“Ricardo,e here!”
“Me?”
“Yes! I’ll make you look pretty!”
“No, thank you. I look good without doing anything.”
“Eeeek! Come here!”
“No.”
“Why not!”
“I’m afraid to trust my hair to the destructive hands of thedy.”
“Eek!”
Startled, thedy let out a fierce denial, huffing and puffing.
“No! I’m very skilled with my hands.”
“Do you not remember when you folded a paper crane into a Medusa?”
“I don’t remember.”
“…”
Thedy seemed to handle the insult effortlessly and began tugging at my sleeve.
Realizing she would fuss all day if I didn’tply, I reluctantly moved towards her, guided by her hand.
-nce…
Thedy, staring at me, couldn’t hide her twitching mouth and started imagining things.
She was likely nning on how to mess up my hair.
I undid my tied-up hair and tilted my head towards her.
“Please take care of me.”
“Hehe… Okay.”
“Don’tugh.”
With a serious expression, thedy focused on her artistic effort. I closed my eyes and braced myself.
With the soft touch of her hands in my hair, I felt a serene ease and imagined what masterpiece she might create.
A mohawk.
A topknot.
Slick-back hair?
No idea what kind of creation thedy, with herck of artistic talent, would produce.
It’d be better for my mental health not to expect too much. If it turns out less messed up than I think, I’ll be happy.
Holding back augh, I watched thedy bite her lower lip in concentration.
As sleepiness overtook me and my eyes began to close.
“Done!”
At thedy’s triumphant deration, I shook off my drowsiness and looked up at her.
“How is it?”
Thedy, holding a hand mirror and looking at me with expectant eyes, showed the anticipation of a newbie artist disying her first masterpiece.
Barely holding in myughter, I slowly raised my head.
And then burst intoughter at the sight.
“What is this!”
With a ridiculous hairstyle resembling a chicken tail sticking straight up, I couldn’t hold back myughter.
“Why!”
Thedy yelled, defending her creation. Assertively asking where it went wrong, she said, holding up a hand mirror to me with a red face.
“What is this! I’m not a ten-year-old boy!”
“It’s pretty! It’s cute!”
“But how old am I! This looks ridiculous on me!”
“Eeeek! Look closely!”
Thedy held up the hand mirror.
“Isn’t it pretty?”
“No, it looks like an alien with antennae.”
“No, it doesn’t!”
After a while of discussing her creation, she eventually let out an honest ‘Pfft’ and started giggling.
“Hehe!”
“Did you justugh?”
“Pfft!”
“Ha? Youughed.”
“Kyaa, hehe…!”
“Don’tugh!”
“Ricardo with antennae…! Hahaha, it’s too funny!”
“No. Ha…”
Unable to resist, we both burst intoughter, unable to stop even until dinner time.
“Antennae.”
“Don’tugh.”
End of Chapter