"Stop moving and let me braid your hair." Arthur chastises as he adds another braid to Lars' hair, let down from its usual spiky fashion and just long enough to be braided into tiny locks.
"Why did I even agree to this?" said man grumbles as he watches from a mirror "What event motivated you to learn how to braid in the first place?"
"Well I saw your brother and sister trying it so I thought it would be fun." He sighs, fingers getting tired of repeating the same movements over and over again.
"Never thought Henri was interested in that," Lars comments offhandedly, "But why me? It's not like I'm your only option.. Matthew would probably be willing to do whatever it is you've forced me to do right now."
"Tulips if you don't stop talking I'll gel your hair into bunny ears next morning."
"..Fine I guess."