He looked down, and carefully took hi hand from her hair to pick up the clip- the little one with the teeth, he was glad, and not the snap. he again started to run his fingers in her hair and pick and choose at portions to part differently so they could become something upfront or behind, causing her hair to be a masterpiece already (as good as it could have been without actual tools for grooming), and then started on the back- lifting her hair up, the last he set aside, and pinching it together, then crunching it against her head before putting the clip in place and having the top of her head poof out with a beautiful style.
"I liked doing my hairs sister at home." He admitted sheepishly. "though could never ever get down those braids."