Be that as it may. [Kid says with a little smile somewhat getting underfoot of his precise reply:] The bond between a Meister and her Weapon is unique.
[The brush is traded for the curling iron, and he lapses into silence, as he coils hair around it in the exact number of loops he had done with the other side.]
...
[A few moments later, setting aside the curling iron, he takes both pigtails by their tapered ends and gently pulls at them, coaxing the curls to lengthen to match each other.]
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[The brush is traded for the curling iron, and he lapses into silence, as he coils hair around it in the exact number of loops he had done with the other side.]
...
[A few moments later, setting aside the curling iron, he takes both pigtails by their tapered ends and gently pulls at them, coaxing the curls to lengthen to match each other.]
Damn... I should have brought my ruler.
[No, Kid, it's fine to just eyeball it.]