![]() ![]() But if it looks stupid I’m taking it out.” They’ve been through it all, from gang fights, to petty drama between them, and a load of good memories to share. Well…it wasn’t like Mikey was a stranger. He was letting his guard down enough to let others touch him so…gently. Still- asking someone else to do his hair felt so…intimate. It’s true his arms sometimes felt like lead- whether it be from carrying Mikey everywhere or from fights. “Come on! Let me do yours! I want to see if I can do the braid! Plus, you can’t tell me your arms don’t get tired after some point!”ĭraken stared at him, considering his offer. “That’s for another day.” Mikey grinned cheekily. “Which you should really learn to do yourself.” He looked at Mikey, raising a brow in curiosity. Draken could feel himself starting to crack.ĭraken blinked, surprised by the request. Mikey scooted closer, putting himself in Draken’s vision. ![]() He tried- staring forward and keeping his expression as neutral as possible. Draken wished he could say he was immune to it. He always did that when he wanted something- be it treats, a piggy back ride you name it. “Kenny….” Mikey flopped over in his spot on the floor, looking up at Draken with big eyes. He discovers an interesting quirk about the big guy. Summary: Mikey wants to braid Draken’s hair. Heyo! So, this fic was based off a spontaneous headcanon I made a few posts back- the idea of Draken’s tattoo and temple being ticklish lives rent free in my brain, and I couldn’t resist making a fic out of it! I hope you like it!
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