"Language," Qui-Gon gently chides, doing his best to hide a chuckle.
He easily steps behind Ezra and takes the stubborn hair tie, placing it on the table until it needs to be used. He first focuses on smoothing out the boy's frazzled hair, his long fingers combing through the tiny knots that managed to pop up from otherwise silky strands. Quite a few moments pass as Qui-Gon tames that black-blue mop, first from the boy's crown, then the sides (taking particular care in not brushing against the impromptu beginnings of a Padawan braid), and finally up from the nape of Ezra's neck. Like clockwork, he keeps a hold of the ponytail with one hand and gathers hair with the other, pulling everything taut and exact. He doesn't bother to ask if he's tugging too hard or if Ezra is in any pain--he's sure the boy will let him know (and that he'll adjust accordingly. Maybe.).
Tying it all together doesn't take much time or effort. Qui-Gon's deft fingers quickly slide the leather strip underneath the small ponytail while still holding it tight. He then wraps it around itself a few times, ending with a simple knot hidden against the back of Ezra's head.
"And done. Go ahead and take a look."
He'll wait patiently. It doesn't help that there's only one, maybe two, mirrors in the Jedi household.
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He easily steps behind Ezra and takes the stubborn hair tie, placing it on the table until it needs to be used. He first focuses on smoothing out the boy's frazzled hair, his long fingers combing through the tiny knots that managed to pop up from otherwise silky strands. Quite a few moments pass as Qui-Gon tames that black-blue mop, first from the boy's crown, then the sides (taking particular care in not brushing against the impromptu beginnings of a Padawan braid), and finally up from the nape of Ezra's neck. Like clockwork, he keeps a hold of the ponytail with one hand and gathers hair with the other, pulling everything taut and exact. He doesn't bother to ask if he's tugging too hard or if Ezra is in any pain--he's sure the boy will let him know (and that he'll adjust accordingly. Maybe.).
Tying it all together doesn't take much time or effort. Qui-Gon's deft fingers quickly slide the leather strip underneath the small ponytail while still holding it tight. He then wraps it around itself a few times, ending with a simple knot hidden against the back of Ezra's head.
"And done. Go ahead and take a look."
He'll wait patiently. It doesn't help that there's only one, maybe two, mirrors in the Jedi household.