"How do you make it so spiky?" Smike questioned, his fingers twisting around the black locks, pushing the strands back along his friends head, causing even more of it to stick up at odd angles. "I bet you put gel or something in it."
Nicholas raised a brow over at Smike, who lay beside him on his bed, his sleepy eyes shining in the pale moonlight. Her own hair had grown long and dark, covering his ears and framing his face with the casual type of beauty that only Smike could pull off. He was beautiful even when he wasn't trying.
Nicholas chuckled at his question, his eyes closed as Smike's fingers softly worked through his hair, "It just grows this way, Smike. You seriously think I could afford gel on a probending rookie wage?"
"Well, I dunno. I just figured you had to maintain a certain look." Smike went on, his hand still doling away with Nicholas' hair. "Besides, it's way too soft to be natural." His lips curled up into a sarcastic grin, his chin resting down on his shoulder as he spoke.
He returned the cocky grin with ease, "Just admit that you like my hair. There's no need to insult the 'do."
"You're pathetic."
"You love me." He returned.
"And your stupid hairdo."