"Oh my lord! The pain! The horror!"
The cry of an irritating younger brother rang throughout the villa, reverberating off the walls and echoing deep into the hangars below.
"Virg! Your hair!"
A sad, sad day for Virgil Tracy.
And possibly the best day in Gordon Tracy's young life.
Virgil Tracy swept his fringe out of his eyes, before refocusing of the stormy sky before him. It had been a long rescue, and a rather wet affair. His hair gel had been washed away, leaving his hair hanging into his eyes.
"Not your best look, Virg." Scott had commented, in his usual Scott fashion.
Hmm.
Probably time for a haircut.
Virgil Tracy was very proud of his hair, and had it styled perfectly every morning, using copious amounts of hair gel. He preferred it on the long side, and was cautious of cutting it, he liked it the was it was.
Now, it only he could convince his beloved older brother of that.
No such luck.
"It's time to get it cut, Virg." Chimed the comms. Other agreements rang through, just like the bell of betrayal ringing in the town of Annoying Siblingsville.
"Come on, bro, just a bit off the sides."
Famous Last Words.
The hairdresser had cut it so short that he could barley gel it up anymore.
Sullenly preparing himself for The Tracy Walk Of Shame, Virgil cried internally at the horror sitting atop his head. He was never going to live this down. He would have to survive months and months of teasing.
Last time he ever listened to Scott about his hair.