it's not part of game but also character relationship development so yeah
also short sorry

As Sean opens the door to the bathroom, he's almost hit by a comb, which breaks on impact. "I guess you're not having fun, chiqui." He receives a groan in response. She sits on a bucket in front of a small makeup mirror she was lucky to find beneath the sink, which she is right now banging her head against. Half of her hair is braided into cornrows, while the other half looks insane. "What happened, Cher?"

"Stupid cheap comb broke," she whines, pointing at the item she threw in his direction. She looks up at the tiny mirror. "Maybe I could look hot with short hair." Sean rolls his eyes, a short laugh leaving his lips.

"Honestly, I feel like you could pull off the look."

 "I could get more chicas then." He scoffs at her words.

 "Do you want help?" She raises a brow at him.

"Do you even know how to braid?"

"No. But you can teach me. You look exhausted anyhow." She lets out a sigh, her head hitting the sink once more.

"It's the best worst arm workout out there, Sean-y boy. Pick up that comb for me." He does so before moving to stand behind her. "That was my rattail comb, but the tail part broke so that's great."

"What'd you use it for?"

"Parting sections to braid." He looks down at it, seeing it partially broken.

"You can't use?"

"You can, but it will just be more difficult to get the sections even."

"Why do the sections need to be even?" She opens and closes her mouth before shrugging.

"It looks nicer. Less trashy." She pauses before asking, "Do you know what cornrows are?" He raises a brow at her through the mirror. "Good, you won't tell if they're trash. Alright, hand me the comb so I can show you." He hands the comb to her, listening intently as she instructs him how to section off and then explains how to braid her hair.

"What if I braid too tightly?"

"I'll let you know. Besides, I'm not really tenderheaded." He raises a brow again. "I'll explain later. Just try it, will you?" She hands him back the comb. She flinches when he touches her hair but doesn't move other than that. She feels him gently pull the knots from her hair as he creates a part in her hair. She tries her hardest not to lull her head back, but his gentle touch makes her swoon a bit.

"Am I doing okay?" She gives him a quiet hum. He tugs her hair gently, slowly folding the hair to create a braid. "I feel like I'm doing terrible," he says under his breath. She knows, seeing as her hair still feels loose.

"We have time to fix it." A few beats of silence lapse before Sean speaks.

"So..." he starts. "Why did you start braiding your own hair?"

"It was cheaper than paying someone else. Hair stylists back home were stupidly expensive."

"How much would it cost?"

"A couple hundred, depending on what you were trying to get. Just this would be like $50-ish." She feels his hands pause in her hair. She looks at him through the mirror, seeing a look of shock on his face. She laughs loudly in response.

"I thought twenty bucks for a haircut was a lot."

"Well these hairstyles usually last a couple weeks to a month before you have to pay for it again."

"Still," he mumbles. "I remember the first time I had to pay to get my hairline fixed. I was fuming. And then I saw my hair looked really, really good... and then I shut up about the price." She snorts at his words.

 "Yeah, that's why I was fine with paying for it. But then I learned how to do it myself. Saved me a lot of money."

 He's halfway through braiding, and he can tell it looks terrible. He pulls his hands back, rubbing the back of his neck. He feels his face warm with embarrassment. "I'm so bad at this." Cherry leans her head forward, seeing the braid he did look puffy and loose compared to hers. She tries not to laugh.

"It looks great."

"Fuck off." Her head hits the sink with a soft thud, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

"It looks so bad!" she laughs, stopping after a couple of seconds. "It's not bad for someone who doesn't even know what a cornrow is, at least."

"You're just fucking with me."

"Do you want to try again?" she asks, turning to look at him. He gives her a quick glance before looking at his hands. He can already feel them cramp a bit, but then he looks at her again.

"Is that okay?" She smiles softly at him.

"We got all the time to make you a pro, mi cariño." He feels his face become red at her words.