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chapter 17
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SERO SHIMMIED OUT OF HIS ROOM, humming a lively tune as he wandered the apartment. Just as he was about to march on to the kitchen, a flash of color caught his eyes, making him stop mid-step.
He looked down at the desultory girl, her leaning over the arm of the couch with her back arching over it. Her head hung off the edge and her passion twists cascaded down to the floor, pooling slightly.
"Hm?" Sero hummed, squatting down to eye-level, their dark eyes instantly meeting. She blinked, a little startled that he just suddenly appeared. "Why the long face?"
y/n closed her eyes again, sighing.
"It's wash day," she sobbed, Sero unable to tell whether she was joking or not, she genuinely looked sullen.
"Wash day? But we did laundry only a few days ago..."
y/n laughed, her finding his cluelessness extremely cute. She cupped his face with both hands, "Oh, sweet boy," she sighed, "I mean my hair. Wash day for women like me includes taking out our hair extensions, washing, conditioning, detangling our hair, and styling it."
"Oh. Well when you say it like that of course it'll sound bad!" He scolded. y/n pouted when he got up, thinking he was simply gonna go away. Instead, Sero moved behind her swaying body and to the couch.
His slender fingers gripped her waist, pulling her up and on his lap with alarming agility, her hair falling back onto her shoulders. The two of them were now face to face.
y/n's lids nictated in confusion, wondering how she was suddenly in a different place.
"First and foremost," he started, "Can I get a hug?" Sero grinned, extending his arms to her.
