[That's asking a certain measure of focus from him that, left to his own devices, he might not want to offer up — content instead to just sink down into the quiet darkness behind his closed eyes and fixate on nothing but weight and heat and the sound of Kakyoin's voice. But that's the whole point, isn't it? It's not about what he wants. It's not his to decide; it's only up to him to do as he's told.
So he takes the comb when it's offered to him, his limbs feeling stupored and sluggish, but he gets one up to nudge the hood properly off of Kakyoin's head and the other to guide the comb up, sliding the teeth carefully into one thick swath of rumpled red hair.]
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[That's asking a certain measure of focus from him that, left to his own devices, he might not want to offer up — content instead to just sink down into the quiet darkness behind his closed eyes and fixate on nothing but weight and heat and the sound of Kakyoin's voice. But that's the whole point, isn't it? It's not about what he wants. It's not his to decide; it's only up to him to do as he's told.
So he takes the comb when it's offered to him, his limbs feeling stupored and sluggish, but he gets one up to nudge the hood properly off of Kakyoin's head and the other to guide the comb up, sliding the teeth carefully into one thick swath of rumpled red hair.]
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