[She opens the drawer to fetch the brush, examining it briefly. After spending several weeks in the RV with the Phantom Thieves, she's witnessed the others using brushes and combs and various products, so she's not unfamiliar with the theory of hairbrushing. It's just not something she's done before.]
[She scoots into the space behind him, peering at his hair, then the brush, then back again, and gently presses one to the other, gliding it carefully through Cale's locks. Her movements are very slow at first, but she'll pick up as she adjusts to how it's supposed to feel.]
[ Cale thinks, not for the first time, that he should cut his hair short again. It's already midway down his back and a pain to manage. Realistically short hair would be nothing but an overall benefit to his slacker life, yet the thought of chopping it off is unpleasant to him. ]
You're doing a good job.
[ While slow at first, the care Sophia takes means there's no discomfort at all. Between her presence and his ancient powers, Cale allows himself to relax, letting his guard down. ]
[Her voice is softer than usual, not upset or anything, just quiet, as she absorbs this whole new experience. After a bit of quiet, she starts to hum a little. It's not a full song, more like a record stuck on the same circling line of notes, but she sounds happy, so hopefully the repetition won't be too annoying.]
[ The humming doesn't bother Cale at all, too pleased by how happy Sophia sounds to consider it anything close to annoying. It's soothing, which is something Cale could use more of these days, and combined with the brushing of his hair it makes him feel sleepy.
Relaxed and on the cusp of dozing off, a soft, rhythmic rumbling begins reverberating from Cale's chest. ]
[Sophia pauses when she notices after a long moment, not stopping the brush but falling silent to listen. She tries to parse what the sound is, and before long it occurs to her that the sound is familiar.]
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[She opens the drawer to fetch the brush, examining it briefly. After spending several weeks in the RV with the Phantom Thieves, she's witnessed the others using brushes and combs and various products, so she's not unfamiliar with the theory of hairbrushing. It's just not something she's done before.]
May I sit behind you?
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[ He shuffles to make room for her. ]
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You're doing a good job.
[ While slow at first, the care Sophia takes means there's no discomfort at all. Between her presence and his ancient powers, Cale allows himself to relax, letting his guard down. ]
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[Her voice is softer than usual, not upset or anything, just quiet, as she absorbs this whole new experience. After a bit of quiet, she starts to hum a little. It's not a full song, more like a record stuck on the same circling line of notes, but she sounds happy, so hopefully the repetition won't be too annoying.]
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Relaxed and on the cusp of dozing off, a soft, rhythmic rumbling begins reverberating from Cale's chest. ]
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...cat...
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...Not quite, but close.