A cool breeze snaked it's way through the streets and it wrapped itself around the tall, grey buildings that stood watch over the never-sleeping city. Atop one of the buildings was a man. A man with a purpose.
He wore all black, from head to toe, and as he stepped forwards, his cape billowed behind him, and his fabulous, long, blonde wig danced freely in the midnight winds, twirling and leaping towards the stars. His head turned to the sky as he softly murmered to no-one in particular. And then he jumped from the building and, in a rather disney-rapunzel fashion, he used his hair as a grappling hook to swing around like a flower petal from a cherry blossom tree.
His hands grasped onto the ledge of a slightly open window and he pulled himself in. He gazed around the bright pink walls and he glanced over the fluffy unicorn toys, and that was when he found what he was looking for.
A Young girl. About 4 years old.
It was obvious that she was inexperienced at this sort of thing. He could tell.
"Hello there small child," he said in his rough, gravelly voice, "I see you are having some problems."
The child looked terrified, but that was before she spotted the long, blond locks he had donned. She squealed in delight and began running her fingers through his hair,, "Can you teach me?! Please!"
The man gave a half-smile and leant to whisper in her ear, "What exactly do you want to know?"
Her face lit up and she squealed again, "I WANNA KNOW HOW TO BRAID MY HAIR!"
And so, the two of them sat there, him slowly demonstrating the simple movements while she copied.
A few hours later, her hair was beautifully braided with ribbons and bows, and he was standing at the window, looking out at the pale orange that was warming the darkness. He was about to jump, but a little hand clutched his cape.
"Here," she said as she placed a delicate, orange bow in his hair. He smiled before getting ready to jump again, when a small voice called, "You didn't even tell me your name!"
"Some people like to call me... Plaitman," and then he was gone, swinging off through the streets to look for the next damsel that required his services.