Sitting perfectly still I endure the torture that I go through every few weeks at the hands of a little girl. Sitting up when she tells me to and leaning forward when asked, it's the little I could do for the little girl, but it's still torture. Feeling this humans hand mess with my hair I have to fight the urge to bolt. The tugging and pulling continues for a few more minute until, like clockwork, I ask "are you done yet, Rin?" pausing she tilts her head. I may not be able to see her but she is a predictable little girl.
"No Sesshomaru, I still have a while to go. You have so much hair, that's why it's so much fun braiding it!" and this is the torture I go through for a little girl that I saved named Rin.