[ there is something... almost unbearably intimate about the prospect of allowing olivine to handle his hair. it touches some nearly-forgotten cultural norm that tseng has grown up and away from over the course of his life, the same belief that keeps tseng growing his hair and never letting it be cut. but he trusts olivine, cares for him deeply, and so despite the strangeness of the feeling tseng nods once and offers the clip back to olivine's care. ]
That would be nice. [ he pauses, then turns slightly to turn his back to olivine. (not that olivine would know it, but for a turk to willingly show their back is as obvious a sign of trust as one could ask for.) ] Do you need me to take it down?
[ from its usual half-up style, that is, which tseng wears habitually and is wearing today.
after a moment, he adds, ] I haven't let anyone else touch my hair since I was a child.
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That would be nice. [ he pauses, then turns slightly to turn his back to olivine. (not that olivine would know it, but for a turk to willingly show their back is as obvious a sign of trust as one could ask for.) ] Do you need me to take it down?
[ from its usual half-up style, that is, which tseng wears habitually and is wearing today.
after a moment, he adds, ] I haven't let anyone else touch my hair since I was a child.