[“Elastic”… What an odd word. He does not think he knows it. But he still watches her silently as she demonstrates, his fingers vaguely mimicking the movements where he holds his hand…
Before he tries it for himself. Unfortunately… his “hair” is brittle and thin, and the scrunchie… slips from it and falls to the ground.
Looking somewhat like a young child might at an ice cream cone melting on the pavement while debating to be upset or not, he stares at it… then bends to pick it up. Carefully, he stretches the elastic so that it goes on the spiral horn that has been sliced closer to his skull, the pink bow resting there far more neatly.
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Before he tries it for himself. Unfortunately… his “hair” is brittle and thin, and the scrunchie… slips from it and falls to the ground.
Looking somewhat like a young child might at an ice cream cone melting on the pavement while debating to be upset or not, he stares at it… then bends to pick it up. Carefully, he stretches the elastic so that it goes on the spiral horn that has been sliced closer to his skull, the pink bow resting there far more neatly.
It is not appropriate for Shiva, but, for him-]
Will this do?