Agelong Affection Fortune: Smooth and Intimate
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Story Script
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Both you and Artem look at the task instructions with interest.
Artem: "Comb your partner's hair."
You: What a practical task...
Artem: I'll go get the comb.
You plan to go to the living room to complete this game. Artem soon returns with a dark brown woodgrain comb.
When you look closely at it, you notice that the color is fading near the edges of the comb unevenly. It seems to be a bit aged.
Artem: I just washed and blow-dried it.
You: Huh? Why did you need to wash it?
Perhaps seeing the puzzlement on your face, he explains after a brief pause.
Artem: I've used this comb for a long time, and it's pretty old. If you're going to use it, then I need to clean it for you.
You: How thoughtful of you. I don't really mind though, so it's fine.
Artem: It's important to maintain good hygiene, especially if you're going to be the one using it.
You: Okay, I'll admit that I can't win an argument on this front. So, who's going to comb who's hair first?
Artem: You can choose. I'm okay with either.
You: Then...
You: You go first.
Artem nods and goes behind you with the comb.
Artem: I'll part your hair first. How's that?
You: Sure. Just remember to put my hair back in its original style once you're done.
Artem: Seems like I have to get a good look at it first then... Hmm, it shouldn't be too hard.
You: It looks like you don't have much experience with this. Have you done this before?
Artem: Of course not. Other than you, no one else deserves this treatment from me.
Artem: I'm going to start then.
You close your eyes. Time seems to stretch out and grow slower. There's a soft touch on top of your head, soaking into your heart with a light cedar scent.
Combing one's hair is such an ordinary thing, but why is your heart beating so fast when Artem's the one doing it?
You: I'll do your hair first!
Hearing you say this, Artem quickly sits down at your side.
He sits formally as if attending some important meeting. Then, he moves his head to look at you, seemingly still worried.
Artem: Is it okay for me to sit like this? It should be more convenient for you to stand on the sofa's right side.
You: It's fine, but... Why are you suddenly being so serious?
Artem: I'm not so sure myself... Oddly enough, I feel a bit nervous...
Artem says this as he subconsciously touches the skin over his heart, then looks profoundly at you.
Artem: Maybe it's because I like you so much, so I want to... Maybe that's why I'm greedy for the happiness you bring me.
You: ...
You: I—I'll comb your hair first!
To hide your rapidly beating heart and flushed cheeks as much as you can, you take the comb from the table and start to earnestly comb his hair.
After having finished combing each other's hair, you sit on the sofa and casually enjoy the warm and relaxed atmosphere.
You: It's an amazing feeling... I've never felt so good after combing my own hair!
Artem: I've heard that combing hair can massage the acupuncture points on one's head, but I rarely pay attention to those things.
You: Really? I didn't know there was so much more to combing hair.
Artem: Not only that, but I've also read that back in the olden days, a woman's family members would comb her hair for her before she's about to get married.
You: It must hold a special meaning, right?
Artem: Exactly. In doing so, it implies that her future life will be happy forever.
Artem: The books also say that there's a special meaning behind a man combing his wife's hair. It means they will forever be loyal to one another.
Artem looks toward you as he says this. However, your attention is focused elsewhere.
You: What about a woman combing her husband's hair? That should mean something as well, right?
Artem: ...
Artem smiles but does not immediately respond. He shoots a look at the comb on the table.
Artem: Some meanings are passed down in tradition, while some meanings are bestowed by those who come after.
Artem: For example, what kind of meaning do you want to assign to the action of you combing my hair?
You give this some serious thought.
You: I think the meaning I want to give it... might be something a little more mundane and ordinary...
Artem: Isn't that even better? Tell me.
Artem listens very keenly.
You: For example, I would want to use this to alleviate the stress or worries you have in work and life.
You: Once you're happy and relaxed, you will have more energy to help those who seek justice and support them, right?
Artem: Mmm. That's right.
Artem wraps his arms around you and ruffles your hair. His voice is interlaced with a hint of laughter.
Artem: However, I feel like my stress and worries are nothing in comparison whenever I see you.
Artem: That is the most valuable meaning for me. "You" are the meaning I will bestow upon it.
The moonlight exudes a cold sheen, but it is not enough to dampen the scorching passion of this moment.
The night and the starlight embrace, and the rhythm of love sparkles at the edge of the sky, weaving into a song.
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