The Man and His Assistant (CLOSED)

"Ssh.", he cut her off and held her against him.

Robin fell silent at once. I'm not pretty…

"You're pretty and smart and dedicated…", he said as he unbraided her hair.

She could feel her heart beginning to race. "Oh?"

He used his fingers to comb through his hair. "Pretty hair…", he said whimsically.

"I'm not pretty," she whispered in meek protest.

He put his finger over her lips to shush her. "Of course you are silly."

Her eyes widened slightly. She looked at him in brief shock.

Isaac kissed her neck and began to rebraid her hair.

A hot blush painted her face.

"What's wrong?", he asked, dismayed.

"Nothing," she said gently.

"I'll stop if you want." He hoped she'd say no.

"No, you don't have to," she replied softly.

"I-it's fine.", he shakily stood up. "We'd better go…"

She stood up as well. "I'm sorry if I ruined it for you," she said quietly. Her half-braided hair floated in a soft breeze.

He blushed, embarrassed. "…Ruined what?"

"I-I don't know," she said quietly. Every part of her wanted to run, but she stayed rooted on the spot.

He looked away and kicked the sand. "Well it's fine.", he shrugged.

"Do, um, do you want to finish braiding my hair?" she asked quietly.

"Well…" She really cracked his shell. "Do you want me to?", he asked hopefully.

"It felt nice," she whispered shyly.

He blushed shyly. "Alright. Sit down." He sat back down in the sand.

Robin did. The sweet breeze on her face felt relaxing.

He continued to braid her pretty hair. It felt nice. I wonder where I learned to do this.

She held still for him, enjoying the feeling of his hands in her hair.

He loved braiding her hair. After he was finished he wrapped it into a bun. A braid-bun. "Have a hair tie?", he asked.

She took one off her wrist and held it up so he could take it.

He used the hair tie to keep the bun in place. "All done!", he said proudly. It looked nice.

She reached back and fingered it gently, as not to ruin it. "Thank you," she said shyly, turning around to face him.