"Don't laugh at me." Lars grumbles as he pulls his gardening hat off his head, his usual spiky hair now squished into the shape of the hat.
"How can I not laugh when you're making that face?!" Arthur laughs hysterically as he watches Lars try to style his hair back into its usual style, but it seems to droop back and ends up looking like a dying tulip.
"Hmph whatever." Lars huffs, pulling out a small comb he keeps in his coat and combing it down. The style is slightly annoying since his hair frequently blocks his eyesight, but it's better than looking like an idiot and getting laughed at.
"You're hilarious!" Arthur continues, pointing at Lars' annoyed face.
"Really? Well, let's see what I can do shall we?" Lars mutters darkly, comb and hair gel in hand.
"N-no thanks old chap! My hair's already oka-"