Zephyr sent her a playful glare. "Sometime, somewhere, you will." He huffed, then scowled jokingly. "No idea? Shoooocker." he answered, matching her sarcasm perfectly, then focusing on the braids again. After he had 15 of them, he fixed a couple before starting to braid the braids together, then braid the braid braids together, until he had one, thick, very braided braid made up of many braids. It hurt his head just thinking about it. At her question, he smiled wanely. "It's not a hard learned skill." he answered, not really answering her question. A couple seconds later, he added, "A long time ago, from my mother, about a month before she died." It was a rather pitiful answer, but it was the truth. He had only been 5, but he had clung onto the concept. After all her hair was braided, he took out every single braid, which only made her hair really wavy. He then started at the top of her head in a complicated french braid. "Your hair is scarily thick. I never noticed it before, but there's just more... and more... and more of it." He grinned slightly.

"I doubt it." Tempe huffed, offering him a sarcastic grin as he continued. She didn't really care what he was doing- it felt nice, and she trusted him, even if it felt like he was braiding... and braiding... and braiding. She waited patiently for his answer, peeking up at him for it. "No, it's not. But you're pretty good for a dude that can't braid his own hair." She smiled faintly, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. She tilted her head slight at his explanation. "I'm sorry. She sounds like she would've been a great woman. Were..." She paused, unsure if she should press further or not. "How old were you, if you don't mind me asking?" She asked softly, closing her eyes again as he continued with her hair. She smiled softly at his comment on her hair. "There's a lot, yeah. It happens when you grow it out as long as you can." She chuckled.

"I don't." He answered, then made a face. "I CAN braid my own hair, I just don't want to! It's too short to make a decent braid." He sniffed, running a hand through his crazy black hair that was slightly wavy and usually shadowed his dark eyes, just making them darker. He smiled slightly as she deemed him able to see again by brushing his hair out of his eyes, although he had gotten quite used to peering past the strands. He tilted his head slightly at her sentence, waiting for her to ask the question he knew she wanted to ask. When she did, he thought about it for half a second. "When she died? 5. I think." he answered, then lifted an eyebrow. "Why did you try to grow it out as long as you could? Doesn't it get in the way?" he asked, finishing the french braid, and just toying with the strands of her hair after that. He didn't bother taking out this braid, as she hadn't asked him to.

Tempe giggled. "It wasn't an insult. I just meant your hair is too short for a braid." She answered, watching him run a hand through his hair with a small, content sigh. She tilted her head at his answer and nodded slowly, a sympathetic look on her face. "I see." She answered quietly, smiling softly at his question. "I wanted to be like Rapunzel. I still want to be like Rapunzel." She shrugged. "She was pretty, and cool, and everyone liked her. She fell in love. Her hair was awesome, and powerful, and healed stuff." She explained, wrinkling her nose at his second question. "Sometimes. But I like it, and that makes it worth it. If it really bothers me, I can put it up." She said, tilting her head back and into his hands as he toyed with her braid. She sat up slowly, shifting to face him and settle in his lap. She pulled the braid over her shoulder and observed it with a smile. "Thanks. It's gorgeous." She offered, raising her hands to gently rake her fingers through his hair. "Does this mean I get to play with your hair now?" She joked.

Zephyr looked jokingly shocked. "You mean something you said wasn't an insult? What did I do with the real Tempe?" He asked with a sarcastic grin, glad that they weren't moving. If he sat still, mostly, his wound didn't feel like he was being repeatedly stabbed by a knife. At her answer, he tilted his head, not really sure how to react at first. The words that came out of his mouth was NOT was he was expecting. "I'm so glad I don't have a name like Eugene- but I could be a Flynn Rider." He grinned, then smiled, a look coming over his face that either meant he was going to say something really rude or really sweet. "Well, you're pretty cool, everyone likes you, your hair is awesome, you're powerful, and you could heal something if you didn't zap and burn everything." He joked lightly at the end. "So, from that, I think you're much better than Rapunzel. Plus, she's not real, so you're even better." He added, watching her as she sat up, a smile plastered on his face. He couldn't erase it no matter how hard he tried. Honestly, the closer he got to her, the safer and happier he felt. It was an unknown concept to him, but he liked it. "Pfft, it's kind of crooked, but thanks." He answered with a chuckle, glancing up at her hands. "I have a feeling I couldn't stop you even if I wanted to, so sure." He responded with a matching joking tone, his dark eyes twinkling. "But don't mess up the elaborate style I have it in right now. It took me, like, 12 whole seconds to get it this way." He scoffed sarcastically, muffling a snort.

"Hush." Tempe giggled, tilting her head at him. "I think you could be a Eugene. In a good way. Definitely more of a Flynn Rider though." She teased, shaking her head as she looked at him. "Pffft. Thanks. Always with the flattery, huh?" She teased, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. "It's not crooked, it's gorgeous." She corrected, massaging nape of his neck. "You couldn't." She joked, snickering slightly at his comment. "12 is a bit of an exaggeration. I think you mean 4." She teased, lightly massaging his scalp with her nails.

Zephyr scowled at her as she said he could be a Eugene. No. Way. "Naw. Nope. That name does not sound right. But I agree with the Flynn Rider part." He snorted, then grinned. "Of course! Flattery is what makes you not want to whack me all the time." He joked with a half laugh, much more relaxed now that he wasn't moving or in pain. He smiled slightly at her compliment- he couldn't help but self criticize. It's just what he did. "Well thanks then." He chuckled quietly, especially at her confident words. Of course he couldn't. She was rather stubborn when it came to those things. And all things. "Hey, let's say 6 and go easy on me." Zeph grinned, his eyelids flitting shut for a second. He looked content, to say the least. "It's called the I don't want to style my hair style. Just mess it up and walla, styled." He chuckled lightly.

Tempe rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever you say." She chuckled, smiling at his comment. "You're looking particularly whackable right now, you know." She teased, watching him happily. "Fine." She huffed softly, smiling as his eyes fell closed. "I wish. It takes me way too long to do anything with my hair." She huffed, leaning forward to curl her arms around him and set her head in the curve where his neck met his body. She closed her eyes and blew out a breath. "Your hair is so soft, Zeph. What do you do to it?" She asked idly, reaching up to stroke his hair slightly.

Zephyr huffed quietly, casting a small glare at her. "How can you even think of whacking me after that amazing compliment?" He asked in a pleading tone, then held back a chuckle, grinning slightly. "Why don't you just try my way?" He asked with a light chuckle, fidgeting with the ends of her hair. "Ooo, I can't wait to see what it'll look like after the braids get taken out. Probably VERY wavy." He mused, staring off into space for a second before focusing on her again. He let his finger trail down her spine, focusing more on her question than what he was doing. "Um... wash it? I dunno. I've never done anything *special* to it." He answered, tracing small circles on her upper back with his hand, thinking. "This is way less painful than Capture the flag. I am quite relieved we didn't go play." He commented quietly, stifling a yawn.

Tempe snorted softly at his comment. "Because I like whacking you, compliment or not." She teased, rolling her eyes slightly at his words. "And have to fix it later? I think I'm alright." She teased, grinning as he toyed with her braid. "Y'know, you'd be a great hairstylist. I think you're more invested in my hair than I am." She chuckled, going silent as he ran a finger down his spine. She shivered slightly at the touch, blowing out a breath. "Mmhm." She nodded, not quite hearing him as she went to toy with his hair again, gently curling a few tendrils around her fingers. "Agreed. I've never had more fun doing nothing before." She teased, on the verge of dozing off.