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[ 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.

[ puffs out her cheeks and grabs onto him. ]

Just sit still! It's not going to hurt!

[ starts wiggling. ]

I'm melting! Melting! Oh, what a world! What a world!

[ gives the death grip. ]

If you don't calm down I'll bring him in here!

[ goes still automatically. ]

This hurts a lot, honey.

[ looks pretty pleased, squirting some of the hair product into her hand before getting to work. ]

Oh hush.

[ scrunches his nose as he squeezes his eyes shut, muttering half-prayers for his safety. ]

[ it takes her a while to get it to behave, gently tugging on the strands so that it looks semi-styled. fluffs his hair a few times before stepping back, observing, then nodding. ]

I think that'll do.

[ squints at his reflection. ]

I'm not me anymore.

[ laughs and pats his cheeks gently. ]

Yes you are!

[ makes dying noises. ]

Goodbye, fame on Jupiter.