#[pleadface sonboy.....on hair duty!!!!]

[egittae]

[SIT] - sender guides receiver to sit down on a chair / bed / wall / etc.

"...Professor, what is that in your hair?"

Either some outlandish fashion statement, or an accidental byproduct of their earlier battle, though Andrei has his guesses about which one it is more likely to be. It seems tangled fairly tightly into the older man's mane, at any rate, not something easily brushed off if he didn't want to take a clump of hair with it.

He reaches out, prodding the professor in the direction of a nearby seat. "Allow me," he offers, "It will be easier if I can see what I am doing." Professor Lambert is, after all, quite a bit taller than he is.

He wasn’t sure what had been more of a shitshow- the battle, or the chase to prevent some stragglers from approaching the area hiding one of Abyss’ many entrances. The lot weren’t knights, rather more akin to sellswords ordered to target someone from the underground town. Lightly armed but slippery and fast, resulting in a bit of a chaotic approach considering they were also outnumbered compared to their opponents. 

In the end however, all was well. Both looked frazzled and like they had been struck with a mighty Excalibur, but injuries were minimal.

“Ah…I did run through quite the dense foliage back there. I would not be surprised if a clump of leaves got stuck in my hair.” Lambert did as told, sitting down as there were no mirrors around to assess his own state. His trust on Andrei’s hands was more than enough. “...that is, I hope I did not accidentally take someone’s nest in my hair in the process. That would be unfortunate.” Unlikely, or they would’ve been assaulted by an angry mother bird already.

After a pause, a smile tugged on his lips followed by a chuckle. 

“May I use this as an excuse to finally tie your hair in a proper ponytail, once you are finished with mine?”