[It's still so deeply satisfying to make Isabeau laugh with the dumbest jokes. Even more so with the way it makes those arms squeeze them tighter.
This close, they can smell Isa so clearly. It's mostly a sweaty kind of smell, which is a little gross, but they're happy regardless, and they're rewarded for that closeness with Isa's face buried in their hair. They haven't so much as brushed it in what feels like forever, so they suppose that makes them even in terms of grossness.]
...Hey, would you, um...want to help me with my hair in the morning?
[It feels silly and selfish to ask. Surely it's more of a chore than something anyone would actually enjoy doing. But he remembers Mirabelle asking to comb his hair and seeming so happy about it, and someone gasping and cursing in the background when he agreed like it was something special they missed out on. Laying like this, with Isabeau practically using them him as a teddy bear and nothing said louder than a whisper, Siffrin feels brave enough to just ask.]
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[It's still so deeply satisfying to make Isabeau laugh with the dumbest jokes. Even more so with the way it makes those arms squeeze them tighter.
This close, they can smell Isa so clearly. It's mostly a sweaty kind of smell, which is a little gross, but they're happy regardless, and they're rewarded for that closeness with Isa's face buried in their hair. They haven't so much as brushed it in what feels like forever, so they suppose that makes them even in terms of grossness.]
...Hey, would you, um...want to help me with my hair in the morning?
[It feels silly and selfish to ask. Surely it's more of a chore than something anyone would actually enjoy doing. But he remembers Mirabelle asking to comb his hair and seeming so happy about it, and someone gasping and cursing in the background when he agreed like it was something special they missed out on. Laying like this, with Isabeau practically using them him as a teddy bear and nothing said louder than a whisper, Siffrin feels brave enough to just ask.]