[ She lets her hand still when he grabs her wrist, waiting patiently for the sting to subside before resuming her movements with a slight roll of her eyes. He can't see her face, and he probably wouldn't even be able to tell if he could, but right now she's thinking wimp.
But the moment passes. She thinks instead of how much easier it would be if Eren actually brushed his hair, and she didn't have to fiddle with the tangles. Eventually she just abandons them, picking up the scissors so that she can get to the task at hand.
The sound of sand and wind against the window is soon accompanied by the snipping of the scissors. She's not a professional by any means, but she's had enough practice cutting Eren's hair throughout the years that it's familiar. It had never gotten this long as far as she can remember, but the motions are the same.
Her knuckles and the backs of her fingers brush against his nape as she works, not even thinking about the vulnerability of it. This is natural, and there's no suspicion or ill intent between them. (Regardless of whatever the Black Box would like her to imagine.) The circumstances are bizarre, when she thinks about all that he must be holding now that she doesn't know about but. Right now, she's comfortable. ]
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But the moment passes. She thinks instead of how much easier it would be if Eren actually brushed his hair, and she didn't have to fiddle with the tangles. Eventually she just abandons them, picking up the scissors so that she can get to the task at hand.
The sound of sand and wind against the window is soon accompanied by the snipping of the scissors. She's not a professional by any means, but she's had enough practice cutting Eren's hair throughout the years that it's familiar. It had never gotten this long as far as she can remember, but the motions are the same.
Her knuckles and the backs of her fingers brush against his nape as she works, not even thinking about the vulnerability of it. This is natural, and there's no suspicion or ill intent between them. (Regardless of whatever the Black Box would like her to imagine.) The circumstances are bizarre, when she thinks about all that he must be holding now that she doesn't know about but. Right now, she's comfortable. ]