[Onni keeps that single eye open as he looks over at Reynir, and makes a little snort when Reynir says he wants to try to braid his hair now. He'd thought Reynir would probably forget about that, since he seems like the type who might move on quickly from an in-the-moment urge. At least, that was what Onni had assumed when the younger man first asked about braiding his hair.
Closing the eye again, Onni shakes his head - more out of confusion than any rejection of the request, for now, and makes a considering noise in his throat. Lifting one hand, he self-consciously pushes it through his hair, pulling his bangs away from his damp forehead, feeling the coarseness of it between his fingers. It's different than Lalli's or Tuuri's; it's very different from Reynir's. He can tell that just by looking at it.
After a moment, he sighs, makes a little grunt, and nods at the younger man.]
I suppose it wouldn't hurt anything.
[In some small corner of his mind, he's aware that he wouldn't usually allow such a thing, but he feels calm and content right now, and so he thinks he'll be alright allowing it.]
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Closing the eye again, Onni shakes his head - more out of confusion than any rejection of the request, for now, and makes a considering noise in his throat. Lifting one hand, he self-consciously pushes it through his hair, pulling his bangs away from his damp forehead, feeling the coarseness of it between his fingers. It's different than Lalli's or Tuuri's; it's very different from Reynir's. He can tell that just by looking at it.
After a moment, he sighs, makes a little grunt, and nods at the younger man.]
I suppose it wouldn't hurt anything.
[In some small corner of his mind, he's aware that he wouldn't usually allow such a thing, but he feels calm and content right now, and so he thinks he'll be alright allowing it.]