You huffed placing a hand under your chin, bored. It was one hour till curfew, and before Lance Corporal Rivaille started scowling everyone who were out of their rooms. An idea popped in your head.
"Hair! Yes!" you squealed.
You quickly made your way to boy's dorm, to get a certain someone. Knocking on the door quite loudly, getting most of guys' attention. Reiner opened the door looking straight ahead, with a confused expression.
"Down here!" you waved your hands in front of his face.
"Oh there you are." he chuckled, a smirk appearing. You rolled your eyes, and went to the point of going there.
"Where's Jean?" you asked trying to look past him, failing due to his large and buff body. He looked behind him, searching for the horse face boy.
"Ah there he goes," Jean was paying no mind. "Oi Jean, you're little girlfriend over here is lookin' for you."
"I'm not his girlfriend." you grumbled. Jean raised an eyebrow, before standing up and making his way to the door. Reiner patted your head, before walking away from the door, letting Jean take the spot.
"Yes?" You can tell he was questioning your sudden presence. Without further notice, you grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the dorms.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" he questioned in a brittle tone. He kept protesting his to way to your room, receiving many stares and whispers from the girls. As you got to your room, you sat Jean on your bed, and closed the door.
You clasped your hands together, and smiled deviously.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" Jean chuckled nervously. You smirked, acting more suspicious. Walking to shabby drawer, you got your comb.
"We're going to play with your hair!" you smiled brightly, too brightly for Jean's comfort. He got flustered.
"What hair?! I have no hair!" he protested. Didn't stop you though. You got elastics (what you tie your hair with), and sat behind him.
"Let's play!" you shouted.
"What have I gotten myself into." Jean muttered.