Doranbolt looked up from the Sorcerers Weekly Magazine he had found and had been idly flipping through when he heard a frustrated groan. "You having trouble there?" He asked a smirk on his face. Lahar just glanced at him sideways as he tried to pull the brush through the knotted mess that was his hair.

"I'm never going to fight a wind mage again." He ground out, as he yanked on the brush. Effectively causing his head to be yanked back as well and one eye shut as he grimaced.

"You could just cut your hair." Doranbolt pointed out looking back at the magazine in hand.

"No." It was silent again for a few seconds. "Its stuck."

"Huh?" Doranbolt looked up in confusion.

"The brush, its stuck." Lahar repeated. He wasn't lying. The brush was tangled up in the raven strands and Lahar was no longer holding onto the handle. Doranbolt sighed but a smile tugged at his mouth. He closed the magazine, setting it on the bed, before standing up. He walked over to the other bed in the Inn room that the two rune knights were staying at. He sat down behind Lahar and gripped the brush handle before pulling it out, harder than he had intended to.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, that was an accident." Doranbolt quickly apologized as Lahar turned around to glare at him. The other then held out his hand for the brush to be returned to him. Doranbolt shook his head, and he gripped Lahar by the shoulders and turned him back around. So that he once again had his back to Doranbolt.

"What are you doing?"

"Just let me do it. You'll just get the brush stuck again anyway." He explained and started running the brush through the long raven hair untangling the knots. Lahar sat there stiffly for a minute or two before he gradually began to relax.

"Sheesh. I don't know why you put up with this." Doranbolt said eventually.

"Because I like it this long." Lahar explained matter of factly.

"Yeah, but you have to spend so much time on it, and that requires getting up early. I could never spend this much time on my hair."

"Which is actually quite evident." Even though Doranbolt couldn't see Lahar's face he could pretty much hear the smirk. He opened his mouth to protest but the other wasn't done. "Besides not everyone has such a hard time getting up in the morning."

"Fair point." It fell silent again.

After a couple minutes Doranbolt put down the brush and stood up. "There, finished." Lahar nodded and started to put his hair back into the usual elaborate bun.

"Thank you."

Doranbolt shrugged and picked up the magazine again. "You're welcome."


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