Tangled

Date/Timing: 14 March 2004
Setting: Vos house, Pietr & Maarten's room; Koffiefontein, South Africa
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Pietr watches Griet and the way her hair sparkles like her eyes as she works out the knots and loose strands with her big blue comb and feels warm and squishy inside.
Griet sets aside the comb, smiles sunny-bright. “Ready?”
Thumbs up!
“Remember what I told you?”
Thumbs up!
“Then go ahead!”
Pietr beams, climbs onto the bed, shuffles on his knees around behind her.
Takes a deep breath.
Gathers all Griet's hair—so silky!—in his hand, twists the elastic around it near her scalp.
She thumbs up.
Pietr glows.
Daf comes in, sits down on his right, smile playing around her mouth.
Pietr queries.
“Here to watch the show,” she says.
Pietr glowers.
Daf flicks her hands, 'go on'.
He huffs, carefully separates Griet's ponytail into three sections. 
Checks his work.
Redivides.
Takes the left part in his left hand, the right in his right.
Crosses the left strand over the loose one in the middle.
Crosses—
Frowns.
Untwists his arms—drops the right handful.
Frowns harder, lets go of the left.
Redivides.
Takes the left part in his left hand, the right in his right.
Crosses the left strand over the loose one in the middle.
Crosses the right strand over the loose one in the middle.
Gathers the middle with his left first finger and thumb.
Crosses—sets his teeth.
Crosses the left over the middle.
Crosses—drops the middle.
Glowers, recollects the middle.
Crosses the right over the middle.
Exhales.
Crosses the left over the middle.
Crosses the right over the middle.
Smiles.
Crosses the left over the middle.
Crosses—
Frowns.
Wiggles his right first finger.
Sticks his tongue out the corner of his mouth.
Wiggles his right second finger—huffs.
A tap on his arm.
“Are you stuck?” giggles Daf.
Pietr deflates, nods.
“Oh my god, Sis! He's /stuck.”
Pietr scowls at Daf.
“He's got his fingers all twisted and—” Her words drown in laughter.
Pietr says—frowns at his trapped fingers, tries tugging them—
Griet swats at him over her shoulder.
Pietr freezes.
“We've found a way to make him shut up!” Daf doubles over.
Pietr ... sighs.
Daf straightens, wiping away tears, wheezes, “Would you like some help?”
Pietr bats his eyelashes, 'please?'
Daf snorts, eases the strands far enough apart to free Pietr's fingers.
::Thanks.:: He sits back on his heels.
::You're welcome~!::
Griet twists around, grinning. ::You can say all those fancy words, but you can't manage my hair?::
Pietr's eyebrows say 'funny' and he grumbles, ::I didn't learn all of those on the first try.::
::I know and I love you for trying so hard on this.:: Griet pecks his cheek.
Pietr melts.
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