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“Jotaro!”
“What?”
“I could use a little help here!”
Jotaro sighed. You and him were getting ready to go out for dinner, and he had been ready just a few minutes ago. He hoisted himself up from his comfy spot on the couch, and dragged himself over to the bathroom. When he got there, he took one look in the mirror, and saw that you were trying to tame your head of hair, your curly, frizzy hair.
“What do you need my help for? Jotaro asked. “I don’t know anything about caring for curly hair.”
“I’m not asking for you to know anything, just do what I say and we can calm my hair down together!” you replied.
Jotaro sighed, but fully entered the bathroom and started rummaging through the baskets. “Where’s your brush?”
“I don’t have any,” you said. “Curly hair is better brushed with your fingers.”
“So then what do you need me to do?”
“I want you to brush my hair while I get my products ready!”
Jotaro hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked over, running his fingers through your hair. If he was honest, he kind of liked the feeling, and he wasn’t having as bad of a time as he thought he would. Brushing your hair was actually soothing, seemingly clearing Jotaro’s mind. Suddenly, just as he was zoned out, you said to him again, “Alright, thank you! I can take it from here.”
“Wait, that’s it?” Jotaro asked.
“Yup!” you chirped. You looked back to him, and noticed his hands still in the air, as if there was an invisible barrier keeping them from touching your hair again. You smiled at him, letting out a laugh. “Of course, if you want to keep petting my hair, you can.”
Jotaro’s cheeks became a little pinker. “Y… yeah, I’d like that.” His hands slowly made their way back to your head, but just before they made contact again, you leaned forward, keeping your hair out of reach.
“After I get it ready to go,” you said.
“Right,” Jotaro mumbled. “After.”