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He just idly braided Enkidu's hair, both fascinated by its length as he always was with longer hair, as well as just curious to see how the other might look. He had not done such a thing in a very long time, so it did make him feel a bit nostalgic. Just a bit, though.

Cross legged contentment as fingers weave through hair.  All to agreeable, the sure actions of the pharaoh an added benefit  (  messy, clean  —  both accepted, uncaring of tangles  ).  Soft, pleased hum towards the others gentle motions.  A quiet afternoon in the presence of one trusted.  Amazing how the loudest voices can contain the most sincere actions.  A smile of their own gracing their face; hands braiding a gift in kind  (  golden flowers sprouting around their position, an offering for one deserving  ).  Words unnecessary in companionable silence. Waves of grass placed in a simple pattern, wayward strands draped across both  (  bleeding into the ground  ).  Enjoyment  —  quiet laughter  —  as they turn to face the other.  Carefully placing the flowers on his head with a smile all too bright.  The kindest kings are those who deserve a crown.