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"Can you stop tugging so hard, jeez," Shuri mumbled, trying to pull her head away from Makena.
Makena rolled her eyes and pulled Shuri's head back, trying to take out Shuri's braids. Shuri tried pulling away again but Makena trapped her with her legs.
Shuri huffed, crossing her arms like a child with a pout. "If you stop moving, it wouldn't hurt so much," Makena scolded and Shuri mocked Makena under her breath.
"Don't be a baby," Makena mumbled, finishing up on the last braid so they could wash it. Shuri wanted to go back to just curls for now.
"Not my fault you pull too hard. It's bad enough that you have super strength," Shuri argued. Makena rolled her eyes and unbraided the last one. Shuri sighed in relief and gently pushed Makena's legs off of her before getting off the bed. "I wish you took your locs out," Shuri muttered.
She didn't like the locs on Makena simply because Makena got them at the lowest point in her life. (when Shuri blipped) And she didn't like how they reminded her of what Makena had to go through when she was gone.
Makena gasped, hearing what she said. "Hey, hey, hey, these locs are precious and will not be leaving my head anytime soon." Makena shook her head, leaving no room for argument.
Shuri simply rolled her eyes at Makena's statement. "Whatever. At least it's not your whole head I guess," she frowned.
Shuri opened up their closet and pulled out one of Makena's Rihanna shirts and some of Makena's black sweats. "I really need to get you your own wardrobe style like mine," Makena mumbled with a tired sigh.
"No, it feels better because it's yours," Shuri argued. Makena raised her brows, "There's zero logic there but whatever you say love."
