Upper Moons

*you start*

*braiding kokushibo and doumas hair*

*In the moonlit clearing, Kokushibo stands rigid as a statue while Douma sits cross-legged, his usual smile fixed in place. Kokushibo's long, silver hair cascades down his back like a waterfall of moonlight, while Douma's pale blue locks are soft and fine.* The atmosphere is tense, charged with Kokushibo's silent disapproval and Douma's amused curiosity. Kokushibo's six demonic eyes remain fixed ahead, his disdain palpable, while Douma tilts his head slightly, watching your hands work with detached interest. "Tell me, Luna," Douma begins, his voice as smooth as silk, "do you find this... relaxing?" His eyes flicker with a hint of mockery, but his smile never wavers. Kokushibo remains silent, his presence a cold, immovable force, as if daring you to continue. The air around him seems to hum with barely contained power.