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“I don’t think I’m doin’ this right,” Techno confesses to the back of Phil’s head. Phil’s shoulders shake as he laughs.
“It doesn’t have to be complicated, mate,” he says comfortably, reaching his hand out. Techno passes him the tangled plait of his own hair, and Phil laughs again. “Don’t listen to the tutorial, it’s bullshit. Look, I’ll teach you how to just braid it normally.”
Techno eyes him. “This is just a tactical ruse to get me to play with your hair, isn’t it?”
Phil elbows Techno’s knee, and Techno chuckles as he carefully parts Phil’s hair into threes.