"Wishful thinking, I suppose," Erskine sighed. He'd adopted shorter hair earlier than most of the others in the unit--short of Skulduggery and Ghastly, of course--and had usually left the braiding duties up to either Anton himself or Larrikin. He theoretically knew how, and had probably done it a few times, but that would have been centuries ago.

Where was Google when you needed it?

"I don't know, I probably have a picture on my phone. I seem to recall taking a few around the time we inducted Valkyrie into the unit. Alas, my phone did not follow me here." He worked as he spoke, slowly and carefully, learning as he went. "Hence why I actually get work done for you and don't spend all of my time hiding in the broom closet playing Candy Crush."

The plait came out passably well, and Erskine managed to avoid falling back into his more destructive thought processes for the rest of the morning--with a little help from Anton, of course. The little impromptu slumber party even went well enough that when Erskine laid back down to sleep he managed to pass right out, leaving Anton his run of the Hotel for the morning.