Was it not already messed up? You mess it up every morning.
[ frowning at yuji’s head, he moves the brush in a circle over the poor kid’s noggin, like maybe if he demonstrated how a good scratch felt, then yuji would surely understand its pure joy. ]
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[ frowning at yuji’s head, he moves the brush in a circle over the poor kid’s noggin, like maybe if he demonstrated how a good scratch felt, then yuji would surely understand its pure joy. ]