Author's Note: It's been awhile. Way longer than I wanted. I got writer's block and it's been so easy for me to hit a few buttons to publish a new chapter of SAC than to write. Except I got the Crenny bug, which eventually helped me come back round to this. Anyway, there are just a couple more chapters left, which truly does make me sad. But they'll be great. And I'm pretty sure you'll love the ending. Besides, Kenny's gotta get used to this sometime, right?

...wrong.

Oh, and don't drink around me. This will happen.

Butters' eye twitched as he gazed down at Kenny. He couldn't believe after all of this he was still asleep.

"This is why you don't drink," he mumbled, then turned on the shower. Kenny didn't so much as twitch when Butters sprayed his hair.

The twenty-three year old man watched as pink hair dye dripped down the edge of the tub as he rinsed his hair. He had spent forty-five minutes waiting for the dye to set, it faintly smelled of strawberries, and now he was ready to finish his prank.

"How are you not awake?" Butters couldn't help but ask as he continued to rinse Kenny's hair.

It took several minutes for the water to run clear; Kenny's hair, which hung in a mop along the side of the tub, was bright pink. He was in need of a haircut as well, but Butters really didn't mind long hair on his husband. It suited him.

When Butters began to dry his hair, all Kenny did was turn his head so his cheek rested against the porcelain. The older man shook his head and ruffled the pink locks, then hung the green towel on the rack and gazed down at his husband.

Well, he did need a haircut, he supposed. And he was fairly decent at giving them.

Somehow Kenny remained asleep while he combed his hair. Butters was surprised to find himself actually liking the pink hair; somehow it suited Kenny.

He began to snip away the long tendrils; instead of reaching his shoulders the length stopped at the middle of his neck. He was slightly nervous to add layers, but thankfully Bebe taught him how to do that. And the proper way as well; he hated point cuts. And using a razor on hair was abominable.

"Don' let th' llama eat the body," Butters pulled away from Kenny slowly and gave him a creeped out look before he gave one last tentative snip to his hair. It looked decent; Kenny was never picky about his hair, anyway.

"I won't," Butters replied, which earned a hum of happiness from Kenny. The bright blonde rolled his eyes, then wrapped his arms around Kenny and lifted him.

"I jus' wantcha to... hmm..." Kenny trailed off, Butters sighed and tucked his head against his chest as he carried him to the stairs.

"What?" Butters asked, trying not to laugh as he situated Kenny's legs more comfortably in his arms; they were too long. They made carrying him way more difficult than it should be.

"Shaddup 'm speaking." Butters scoffed and laughed quietly to himself.

"Someone's sassy..." he trailed off, then snickered as Kenny mumbled incoherently into his shoulder.

Except, Butters miscalculated his steps. Where he thought ground was, there was one more stair, and in an instant he was scrambling to make sure he stayed standing, and his arms wrapped around the railing. He gasped, regained his footing after twisting his ankle, and curled his toes to get rid of the ache.

That meant he dropped Kenny.

"Shit," Butters said, then scurried back up a step, then winced and lifted his injured foot. Kenny stared up at him with a look of bewilderment as he rubbed his bottom and tried to lift himself into a standing position. "Ken, wa-" he was interrupted by a soft thump as Kenny hit his head on the window sill.

"Ow..."

"Are you okay?" Butters asked timidly. Kenny appeared cross-eyed for a moment, then grunted and sat up, "ow," he repeated, and winced as he slowly pulled himself up into a standing position.

"I don' feel good," he mumbled, then slumped over on the railing. "Didjou throw me down the stairs or somethin'?" Kenny still sounded a little drunk, but he was also hungover. Butters sighed.

"No, I was carrying you to the couch and I tripped."

"I think my ass died." Butters bit back a smile as Kenny continued rubbing the small of his back, "I think I landed on the edge of the stair. My butt bone is dead."

"You don't have a..." he trailed off, "d'you want me to kiss it better?" Kenny smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, then grimaced.

"My head hurts."

Butters didn't realize how ridiculous a hungover Kenny looked with pink hair. He found himself trying not to laugh as Kenny staggered to the bathroom.

"So was that your wake up prank or not? I'm confused... that was violent, but if it was an accident..." Kenny trailed off, "this is hurting my head." Butters laughed quietly and went to the kitchen to make coffee. He remained silent as he waited for Kenny's realization. "What happened after Style's? I don't even remember getting to their house. We went, right?"

"Yeah," Butters called from the kitchen.

"Huh, I thought so. I vaguely remember eating pizza... oh pizza sounds delicious. Is it too early for pizza?"

"It's never too early, dear," Butters responded, biting back his smile as he continued to be patient.

"Okay, I think I'm gonna call Extreme Pizza... I really fucking want pizza, and they're the ones with the best- what the fuck is on my head?"

"What?" Butters asked, feigning innocence as he heard a squeak of horror from Kenny. There it was.

"How did you not... Lee, my hair is pink!" Butters grinned to himself as he sipped his coffee.

"Oh, I thought it looked a little redder."

"A little- dude this is like hot fucking pink!" He was sure Kenny was flailing by now, and nearly choked on his coffee. "Why would neglect to- oh." Kenny interrupted himself as he stumble-ran into the kitchen. The look on Butters' face was angelic. "This is my wake-up prank."

"I plead the fifth!" Butters cried, holding up a hand.

"But... it doesn't wake me up... I wouldn't notice until after I- wait... how did you do this while I was asleep?" Butters blinked.

"I questioned that myself, honestly. I figured you'd wake up but... nope." Kenny pulled at his hair, and stomped his foot.

"I can't... does my hair smell like strawberries?" Butters raised an eyebrow as the taller man pulled on a lock of his hair and sniffed. "...it doesn't smell like shit."

"No, it's only demi-permanent. Therefore... strawberries." Kenny nodded slowly.

"So... how long does it last if it's only demi-permanent?'

"Like... a month?" Kenny sat at the table and picked up the mug of coffee.

"Could you add like blue highlights or somethin' in it?" Kenny asked finally. Butters beamed.

"Yes... yes I could." The pink-haired man across from him raised an eyebrow, then took a sip of his coffee. "Personally, I think it's kinda hot." Kenny rolled his eyes affectionately and sighed, then handed Butters the house phone.

"Order me some pizza and you got yourself a deal." The bright blonde's eyes lit up and immediately he went to dial the number for Kenny's favorite pizza place. Of course, they would have their order memorized and over here in fifteen minutes, tops.

"The blue better smell like blue raspberry though," Butters shook his head.

"Cotton candy." Kenny made a face, then shrugged.

"Do-able." Butters smirked and nodded before he grabbed the keys to run to the beauty shop to grab another bottle of dye.

"Yeah, you are," Kenny laughed lewdly and caught Butters' quick kiss before the bright blonde scrambled out of the house.

Of course, Butters decided, he wouldn't tell Kenny that the hair dye was permanent. For now he agreed to this, and Butters couldn't pass up the opportunity. Besides, Kenny would find out eventually, and that's all that mattered.

At that, Butters grinned, and quickly drove out of the driveway before Kenny could stop him.