"Vanity"
LUNETH POV
I looked in front of the mirror on mom's dresser, and sure enough my hair was clumsily falling onto my face again. It's been years since Arc and I had our hair cut, and mine has been growing faster than his. The results were more pleasing than I expected; now if I could only find a way to prevent it from getting on my eyes every now and then. I brushed my hair to the back of my head with my fingers, leaving a little fringe sticking out. I sighed.
I turned around to call Arc, who was sitting by the dining table, reading possibly one of the thickest books I've ever seen. He was slouched over, knees to his chest, almost curled up in a ball, and he was probably unaware of everything going on around him. He tapped his fingers on the cover rhythmically, and I was certain he wanted to focus just on the book. Part of me didn't want to disturb him, but the other part just wanted to make him snap out of it so he could have a little bit of some other kind of fun. Like going outside maybe… If he could only get rid of those annoying village kids who constantly made his outdoor life a misery.
I crept towards my best friend, careful not to startle him (but there was always the temptation to shove the book away, grab him by the shoulders, and drag him outside). I stood next to him, and only when he saw my shadow looming over the page did he look up to notice me.
"Hi," he said, almost like a whisper. He quickly closed the book. "Luneth, what's up?"
I rested one hand on his shoulder, another on the table. "My hair. It's freaking me out."
"But… It already looks good on you," he replied with a hint of smile. He put his feet on the floor and sat up.
"Well, thank you, but… I can't have it flying against my face all the time."
Arc examined my hair, and I could tell he was most interested in the little fringe that stuck out, from the way he looked at it. He did mention before how he wanted that on his own hair, but it did not seem to allow it for him. I told him his freckles made up for it, and upon saying that he blushed madly but also had this kind of look that showed he wanted to slap my face.
He rose from his seat and took my hand. With a demanding but nevertheless gentle tug, he began dragging me along away from the table. "Hmmm? What—" He was going to where I had been just moments ago.
"Sit down." He made me sit in front of mom's dresser, and I complied.
"Oh, well… okay," I muttered, looking at our faces' reflection at the mirror. Mostly at his. "Wait, are you gonna…?"
He swiftly slipped his gloves off his hands, grabbed a small wooden comb from the drawer and placed it on the dresser table. He also looked through it once more and this time brought out a little band and placed it on his wrist. "Do you think Nina would mind if I use these?"
"I don't think so, go ahead…" My voice trailed off as he alternately combed and wrapped a length of my hair around his hand, after which he began twirling it. I watched him on the mirror as he worked his way and smiled at him as he made curious faces trying to figure out what he was doing. I had forgotten that he had a habit of watching mom get her hair ready in the morning—he probably picked it up from her. He tied the band and after he was done he took the lock of hair that was my fringe and teased it towards the side of my face.
"Done!" Arc declared. He placed both hands on my shoulders and leaned towards me, asking, "What do you think? Do you like it?"
I tilted my head to one side and to the other, and was ultimately pleased by what he had done. A smile of satisfaction was plastered on my best friend's face for a moment, and I gladly returned it. I tapped one of his hands that were on my shoulders, and thanked him.
"That's pretty neat," I told him. "Never thought it would look half as nice on me."
"It looks perfect," Arc interjected.
"Really?" I smirked. "'Cause you did it?"
"That…" He started blushing again. "And because you really look good already."
"Nawwwww…" I once again gazed at the mirror, just in time to see his eyes widen and his blush grow redder as I held and kissed the back of his hand.
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(Luneth's ponytail is cute. I figured if anything could make it cuter, it would be that Arc is the one who ties it up for him.)