[Once he has her hair brushed out and parted and he's gotten a good hold of the weight of her hair, he flops one side over her shoulder and focuses on the other, his big fingers struggling to make three little even strands. He's better at it now than the first time he tried, though.]
I'm a sailor, ain't I? It ain't that different from ropes.
[He twists the braid together on this side strand by strand, weaving in more hair as he goes. Despite his arguably terrifying "qualifications," his braiding doesn't feel like it's in danger of tying her hair into knots.]
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I'm a sailor, ain't I? It ain't that different from ropes.
[He twists the braid together on this side strand by strand, weaving in more hair as he goes. Despite his arguably terrifying "qualifications," his braiding doesn't feel like it's in danger of tying her hair into knots.]