His eyes narrow, suspicious, but he doesn't rise to it -- only turns just enough to allow Anduin more access to his hair. Instead, he begins to arrange pieces on the jihui board.
The giving up of control has him a little uneasy, nobody has ever combed his hair for him before, but in truth it isn't so different to Anduin playing with it. The only difference is the purpose, less for affectionate enjoyment and more for function.
He tries not to pay too much attention to Anduin's movements, not to seem as if he's anticipating the touch, but he is.
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His eyes narrow, suspicious, but he doesn't rise to it -- only turns just enough to allow Anduin more access to his hair. Instead, he begins to arrange pieces on the jihui board.
The giving up of control has him a little uneasy, nobody has ever combed his hair for him before, but in truth it isn't so different to Anduin playing with it. The only difference is the purpose, less for affectionate enjoyment and more for function.
He tries not to pay too much attention to Anduin's movements, not to seem as if he's anticipating the touch, but he is.