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[ nods sagely in feigned understanding. ]

Hand-me-downs.

[ smiles fondly, reaching up to tuck some hair behind his ears gently. ]

No, but you do look very handsome in them.

[ glances down at his clothes one more time. then just gives her this face. ]

[ tilts her head to the side, giving him a confused yet pleased look. ]

[ lifts an arm & pretends to flex. ]

No one's as slick, quick, or half as manly as Anthony.

[ & doesn't miss a beat, twirling once to lean on him while latching onto that arm. ]

For there's no man in town half as manly~

[ makes his customary 'oof' sound, arm immediately dropping to his sides when she latches. ]

A king pin like me doesn't need to go to a small party, right?

Darling, that's all the more reason for you to go.

[ now adopts a southern accent. ]

I need no stinkin' party to pick up some pretty gals.

[ leans in to inspect him. ]

Oh really, now.

[ leans back. ]

I'm quite a hit on Jupiter.

But we're not on Jupiter, silly.

We should go visit.

[ places her hands on his shoulders and steers him towards the stool she was previously on, making him sit down. ]

Maybe sometime after the party, hm?

[ goes along willingly up until he spots the stool, which causes the commencement of the dragging feet yet again. ]

My fans expect me there by six.

[ glances at the clock on her wall before turning back to anthony, hands going into his hair to gently ruffle the strands around. ]

We've got plenty of time.

[ cranes his head upward, nearly bending over backwards to meet her eyes. ]

Is this going to hurt?

[ leans down to press her nose against his, nuzzling it. ]

No, darling, it's not going to hurt. [ gives a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, standing up straight again to stare at the mirror in thought. ] I'm just going to fix your hair for you.

[ looks a little disgruntled with a faint blush touching his cheeks, though not as noticeable as usual. follows her line of sight to the mirror & shakes his head. ]

But it's fine. [ points to the highest standing strand. ] See, it's a millimeter down from normal.

[ peers at it, deciding to humor him briefly. ]

Oh my, you're right!

[ brings up both hands in a half-banzai motion. ]

Whoo. Call Guinness World Records.

[ just starts to mess with his hair again, reaching over to grab a bottle that seems oddly out of place in her brightly-colored room. ]

My daddy uses this for his hair. It definitely won't push anything down for a significant amount of time, but it'll protect you from helmet hair on the way to the party.

[ jerks away, as if burned. ]

Your dad's?

[ blinks down at him. ]

Yes?

[ slowly tries to drag himself off the stool from the side. ]

The Internet Guru told me that helmet hair is in.