AN: And I continue my descent into the darkest depths of this fandom. I hope you're all taking notes, there's a test later.
Nah, I kid. I just whipped this up during cosmonaught's livestream of some Pompous Pep art. The chat got to going and headcanons got to flowing.~
The slick oil slid easily through his strands, darkening them to the color of steel. He massaged it into the base of his head, letting out a content sigh. He did so love his monthly treatment. It left him feeling so...relaxed.
He gave his hands another pass through his hair, making certain that he hadn't missed a spot, and began taking a fresh shower cap from its packaging.
"Hey fruitloop! Come on, no getting out of it, you promised we'd go to an amusement park today!"
Oh butter biscuits. That date couldn't have been today. Vlad rushed to the miniature calendar next to his bed. Sure enough, it was the 15th.
Pound cake.
Before he could retreat to the sanctity of his bathroom, the door flew open, the raven-haired teenager walking in with his hands swinging carelessly and his nose scrunched against the oil's odor. "Dude, why does it smell like an Italian restaurant in he-"
They stood frozen, staring at each other. Danny's jaw fell open.
A beat of silence, then...
"...what, uh...what'cha doing there?"
He straightened and cleared his throat, letting no sign of his discomfort through. "Just a simple oil treatment my boy. They're quite common for men my age."
A blink. Then an easy grin slid across Danny's face, the too-innocent light in his eyes disconcerting to Vlad. "That so? Well, I guess I can wait for you out here while you finish." He crossed the room to the bed, flopping down gracelessly and throwing another smile Vlad's way. Odd, but he was willing to go along with the boy's easy acceptance. He kissed Danny lightly on the forehead before turning back to the bathroom. "Oh, yes, Daniel? What would you like for lunch before we leave?" Vlad called, beginning to gather his hair into the cap. "Heaven knows if I don't feed you beforehand you'll gorge yourself on that disgusting junk food."
Danny took his time answering, a mischievous smirk growing behind Vlad's turned back. "Hmm, well, to be honest...I'm in the mood for Italian today. Think we need some oil for the bread, fruitloop, or should we just use your head?"
A myriad of crashing and swearing came from the bathroom, and Danny threw himself back onto the bed grinning like a maniac. Oh, today was going to be excellent.
Danny you little shit, don't tease your boyfriend into a conniption.
Personally, I think he joins Vlad and together they have fabulous flowing hair. Hope you enjoyed!~