brush (flower crown shenanigans, mayhaps? 👀)
brush brush brush
*ﾟ:*:✼ ❀ — Long gone were the days of innocent laughter and running around playing hide and seek in the backyard, but sitting here and brushing her cousin’s hair evoked a sense of nostalgia. When her dad wasn’t available to be dragged into her dress up games, she at least had Will to turn to.
His golden locks were as soft as ever and had grown out a little from when they were children, but despite this, it was obvious he kept it well maintained. Laney ran the brush through his hair, only encountering a couple of knots from throughout the day. These were taken care of by her gentle hands and without (hopefully) causing the blond much pain.
And for the final touch, a flower crown weaved by Laney herself. She places it on top of his head, giggling at her work.
“All done!” She taps his shoulder, indicating so. Suddenly, an idea brought itself to light making the girl clasp her hands together. “Now, what’s say we do something about those nails, mon petit chou?”
