[ the reassurance isn't necessary, but it does make tseng chuckle. he would shake his head, but he doesn't want to dislodge olivine's hands from it. ]

I trust your judgment. [ but he does reach out a hand behind him and slightly to the side to rest briefly on olivine's knee. ] Although if your sister has better taste in hair decorations than you, I trust her taste even more.

[ the gentle touches are oddly soothing, although unfamiliar. tseng's hair is thick and smooth and falls easily through olivine's fingers, a fact he's always been grateful for as it makes it easy to style. ]

You can do whatever you think would suit the clip best, [ tseng says. ] I do braid it myself, though, when I'm training—so at least I know how.