Sorry its been so long since i posted a new one... just got hit by a random inspiration.

one quick thing before going to the story: if you want to ask a question in review, be sure to log in, cuz i cant respond to anony reviews xD

It was just an ordinary evening. Francoeur was striking lightly on his guitar. Lucile emerged from the bathroom, having just taken a bath and wash her hair. She wore her robe tightly closed, a fowl draped over her shoulder to keep her wet hair off her back. She sat at her vanity to begin the arduous task of drying it.

Her hair had gotten quite long, Francoeur noted. When they first met her hair stopped at the edge of her shoulder blades. Now it reached her lower back. Francoeur knew how long it took for Lucille to dry out and brush out her hair. He set down his guitar and strolled over to Lucille's vanity.

Lucille looked at Francoeur's reflection and watched as he picked up a comb with one hand, took a section of her hair and part of the towel in his other hands. He helped Lucille dry it out.

Lucille enjoyed it when Francoeur helped her care for her hair. She had started contemplating cutting it shorter to make it easier to wash, but she decided against it. It had almost become a ritual, Francoeur helping her comb thru her hair. It was something they both seemed to enjoy. "Merci, Francoeur." She said placing her brush down on the table. Francoeur smiled at her and gave a happy chirp in response. Francoeur proceeded to braid Lucille's hair in a loose plait, the way she liked to wear it in the evenings. Yes, she would miss this too much should she cut her hair.