So Soft…

One the way back from one of her many shopping trips, Neon Nostrade sits in her usual seat, surrounded by many stuffed animals and plushies. Though sixteen, she still retained many child-like tendencies, and so collecting the toys was a must. While cuddling a yellow duckling plush, her blue eyes remain fixated upon it, the color reminding her of a certain blonde body guard following along in a separate car behind hers. It wasn't so much that she had feelings for the boy. Actually, it was not that way at all. It was just that, for a boy, his hair looked so…well, so soft. She wanted to touch it. And with her mind made up, she waited with a new determination for them to arrive back at the mansion just so she could.

When they do arrive, Neon basically forces all of her guards to carry her shopping bags up to her room, with her happily following along. It was when they all arrived she moved forward with her plans. Immediately spotting the blonde guard, she skips over to him, completely ignoring the others. "Kurapika!"

The boy straightened up, having set down his load of bags, and turned to face the fortune teller. "Neon-sama. Was there something you needed?"

Pouting, the spoiled teen placed her hands on her hips. "Kurapikaaaa stop being so formal! Relax for once!"

"Neon-sama, I was charged with your safety. That is my priority, thus I cannot relax right now."

"But you are also supposed to make sure I stay happy, and if you don't, I'm gonna tell daddy on you!"

Sighing, Kurapika shook his head. How childish… He slightly bows, only to move around her. "I'm sorry, Neon-sama. But I have a few things to do."

Huffing, Neon grabs hold of his arm, preventing him from going any further. "But Kurapikaaaaa! I want you to stay! Don't make me call daddy!"

Though the boy retained his composure, Kurapika was getting quite annoyed with her antics. Releasing another sigh, he figured he might as well, or else she'll just throw her usual tantrum. "Alright Neon-sama… but only for a little bit."

"Yay! Okay okay, come over here!" Not really giving him a choice, Neon drags Kurapika over to her bed, where she sits on the mattress. "I want to do your hair, so sit here!" Patting the spot beside her, she looks up at him expectantly.

Rather reluctant, he remains standing. "Neon-sama…I don't think this is appropriate."

Rolling her eyes, she only pats the bed again. "Come ooooon, just sit down! Don't forget you have to entertain me too, so there!"

Not really left with a choice, Kurapika resigns, taking a sat next to the girl. As soon as he sat down, Neon was placing her hands on his shoulders, turning him so his back was facing her. Yet the entire time, her gaze was locked on his hair, the blonde locks only tempting her to touch. So curious about how soft it might be, her fingers slipped into his hair, playing with the strands. Childish wonderment crossed her features, as she became fixated on the textures playing across her fingertips. "Kurapika, your hair is sooooo soft!" she squeals, her fingers continuing to thread through his golden tresses.

Oddly embarrassed by it, Kurapika remained quiet, simply letting his boss (or rather practically his boss) play with his hair. Though, no one ever really had done this to him before. But he was beginning to find that he rather liked the feeling, so soothing…

"Ah- Hey Kurapika, can I braid your hair?"

Without awaiting approval, her fingers begin to thread through his blonde locks, separating them into small bunches. It did take him a moment to register the question, and when he did it was too late to stop her.

"Neon-sama, I really don't think-"

"Oh please Kurapika, lighten up a little! I'm just trying to pretty up your hair!"

Stunned into silence, he simply sighs, slumping slightly. He couldn't really stop her if he wanted to, not when she would just throw a tantrum. But little did he know that 'prettying up his hair' included braiding in little colorful flowers. All he felt was the constant shift and pull of his hair, signaling the movements of her fingers as they twined the blonde strands around each other.

While she worked, Neon hummed to herself, whimsical nonsensical melodies that simply fit her current happy mood. But after a few minutes her humming stopped, her slender fingers withdrawing from his hair. "There! Now turn around so I can see!"

Not really comfortable with having his hair messed with, Kurapika turns to face her, his gaze averted down in embarrassment.

"Kurapika you're so cute!" Neon squeals, clapping her hands in excitement. If she were truly paying attention, she would have caught the faint tint of pink blooming on his cheeks.

"Ah…Thank you…I suppose…"

Grabbing the end of a braid close to his face, he pulls the length of it out so he could see it, an almost grimace on his face. He then caught sight of the flowers twined into it, and his composure slipped for but a moment.

"N-Neon-sama…!"

"Isn't it cute? You look so adorable!"

She giggled, finding the slightly flustered state of her head bodyguard rather charming.

"Maybe next time I'll use ribbons!"

"Ribbons…? Wait, there's a next time?! Neon-sama…!"