[ he's thankful for her extra assistance in getting the hair out of the way. chain in hand, Lloyd steps closer and leans forward. he moves his hands past her shoulders and around her neck, clasping the hook back together while being mindful of any baby hairs that could potentially snag. Flora might be able to note how quickly he puts it on, as though he'd done this before.
he lets the chain trail against his fingers for a second before letting it fall against her. ]
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he lets the chain trail against his fingers for a second before letting it fall against her. ]
...Happy Yule, Flora.