Young Love

	“Y’know y’ don’t have t’ do anyfin’ like this, right?”
	“I know, but call me a cheesy sap and let me have some fun, yeah?” With a small sigh, a rather tense-looking canine leans back in his seat, his green fluff bristling for a split second at the feeling of someone brushing the back of his scalp - behind him, another canine was standing there, a smirk plastered onto her face and that same brush of hers in hand.
	“I mean-”
	“Look, Giddy, I think I know a thing or two about how to wrangle this bird’s nest you call hair. Now, do me a favor, and relax for a little bit. I’ve got some magic I can work with yet, yeah?”
	“Heh… I always did worry a tad much, huh?”
	“More than you think, but that’s what I like about you, you know.”
	“Y’know, Ez, it’s… seldom I get someone t’ do somethin’ about all this, yeah?” At that point, the brush-holding canine tilts her head to the side, the smirk on her face quietly spreading a bit wider.
	“Yeah?”
	“Yeah, it’s… well… kinda somefin’ I tend t’ do by m’ lonesome an’ all.”
	“Well, now you’ve got me, so you don’t have to worry about doing this all the time, yeah? All you have to do is ask and I can help you out whenever I can. You know, between rituals and everything. Tilt to the left a little?” At her words, the canine blinks for a moment or two before tilting his head to the left, the one standing behind him letting out a soft chuckle. “Heh… like a little puppy, you can be.”
	“Oh, please, y’know I’m no’ a puppy.”
	“No, I know, I’m just having a little fun’s all. You tell me if I start tugging on anything, yeah?”
	“Can do-rrf…!”
	“Oop, spoke too soon. Sorry, Giddy.”
	“‘S fine… kinda deserve it at some point, eh?” With that, the brush-holding canine leans herself in front of the green-furred canine’s gaze, one of her brows lilted up in a look that says “oh, really now?”.
	“Uh huh. Mean ol’ Ezzie tearing out your hair because you did something to deserve it. You know that’s not gonna fly in my court, right?”
	“Hehehe… can y’ blame me?”
	“I could, but that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it? Tilt the other way, please?” On cue, the green-furred canine tilts his head the other way, a soft sigh escaping him at the feeling of the brush running against the top of his head.
	“Gods, I could let y’ do this all day…”
	“Give me all day, and I could, you know.”
	“Really?”
	“Well… for a while, but I can make it feel like all day… Hey, Giddy?”
	“Hm?”
	“Love ya’.”
	“Love ya’ too, lass. Fer everythin’ an’ all.” At that point, the brush-holding canine simply leans herself down, and presses her lips against the green-furred canine’s forehead. “Even fer tha’.”
	“Heh… a big ol’ puppy, I swear.”
	“Oi…!”
	“Hehehehe…”