（ he sits beside sasuke on the bed as he thrashes and squirms in the bindings, reaching to gently pet his hair as if simply calming someone from a nightmare. no amount of struggle seems to bother him, he simply manoeuvres around it, or redirects any attempted blows sasuke tries to make against him. ）
Call me whatever you want, it's a one-way ticket. No changing back.
（ sasuke's hair is newly made long and wild, that same beautiful ink-black shade as normal, so dark it swallows the light as cy combs it out and then begins to braid it into a sleek coil that would fall nearly to those broad hips if sasuke were to stand. ）
It's okay. （ it's soothingly said, though condescension drips from his tone. ） You'll get used to it.
（ once the plait is finished, he pulls one of those cords down from the overhead slats, winding it through his hair in a complicated twist that — while it doesn't immobilize his head, certainly cuts down on the amount of thrashing he can do. ）
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Call me whatever you want, it's a one-way ticket. No changing back.
（ sasuke's hair is newly made long and wild, that same beautiful ink-black shade as normal, so dark it swallows the light as cy combs it out and then begins to braid it into a sleek coil that would fall nearly to those broad hips if sasuke were to stand. ）
It's okay. （ it's soothingly said, though condescension drips from his tone. ） You'll get used to it.
（ once the plait is finished, he pulls one of those cords down from the overhead slats, winding it through his hair in a complicated twist that — while it doesn't immobilize his head, certainly cuts down on the amount of thrashing he can do. ）