I do. I can't do anything about how mine splits down the middle, near the back. Like when I kept it braided.
[ Relics of a long-past timeline. Homura wouldn't normally let her guard down like this, or talk so much, or even smile a bit when Junko mentions her own bedhead, but... she can't help it. She feels safer than she has in months, growing increasingly warm and comfortable in her closest friend's home, with a mother's experienced hands running through her hair, brushing it with a gentle sort of care. ]
[ Like Madoka did, more than a few times. ]
[ Homura's eyes are completely closed now, and she might as well be putty in Junko's hands, relaxing after too many timelines of constant fighting and horror and death. She murmurs a negative at Junko's next question. ]
... no. I live alone.
[ The bathrobe slides down a bit further, showing off most of her upper back again. And her front- she shivers noticeably as the cooler air of the bathroom hits her nipples, occasionally alternating with the warmer air of the hairdryer, and they stiffen up. ]
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[ Relics of a long-past timeline. Homura wouldn't normally let her guard down like this, or talk so much, or even smile a bit when Junko mentions her own bedhead, but... she can't help it. She feels safer than she has in months, growing increasingly warm and comfortable in her closest friend's home, with a mother's experienced hands running through her hair, brushing it with a gentle sort of care. ]
[ Like Madoka did, more than a few times. ]
[ Homura's eyes are completely closed now, and she might as well be putty in Junko's hands, relaxing after too many timelines of constant fighting and horror and death. She murmurs a negative at Junko's next question. ]
... no. I live alone.
[ The bathrobe slides down a bit further, showing off most of her upper back again. And her front- she shivers noticeably as the cooler air of the bathroom hits her nipples, occasionally alternating with the warmer air of the hairdryer, and they stiffen up. ]