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âi pretend i do not see,â had been leviâs approach to whatever the hell his sisters are wearing tonight. theyâre all adults now â they donât need their brother to grimace at their choice of wardrobe around every corner. unless, of course, they come up to him with the question of whether he can fix their hair. then heâs allowed to judge and whine as much as he wants, right?
âwhy canât you do it?â she has two hands, doesnât she? but even as heâs complaining, heâs already reaching up (with an exasperated sigh thatâs way too dramatic) to help rosie. itâs been a while since heâs had to do this â his mother used to task him with these things as she readied them for school â but apparently tying his sisterâs hair together with a scrunchie isnât something heâs unlearned yet.
after a solid minute, leviâs done, and it doesnât look terrible. thatâs a win. âwhat are you supposed to be, anyway?â harley quinn, sure, butâ âarenât you cold?â being half naked shouldnât count as a costume. then again, if thatâs indeed the case, about ninety percent of the student body isnât wearing a costume. alright, so it shouldnât count for anyone related to him. let it be known that leviâs fine with being a hypocrite as long as he didnât have to see any of⌠that. ew.
for some reason, twin high pigtails have never been on rosieâs list of hairstyles that sheâs good at. she can never get them to perfectly the right height, or one is fuller than the other. but levi had always done her hair like that for her when they were younger, and she has faith that her brother hasnât somehow forgotten how to tie her hair for her. âyou know iâm no good at pigtails, levi.â she huffs at him even as she feels him reach out and take her hair in his hands.
when they were younger, levi brushing her hair for her and doing it up into various hairstyles had always been incredibly soothing. if she remembers correctly, she even fell asleep several times because of it.
âwhat do you mean, what am i supposed to be?â she huffs at her brother, squinting up at him once heâs done with her hair. âiâm harley quinn, obviously, you big doofus. what are you supposed to be?â she fires back before she glances down at herself and shrugs. âwhat are warming charms for, right?â she flashes her brother a playful grin. âyou should see who iâm matching with. i bet youâd be surprised!â









