The Eye Has It
Most people use a few dabs of hair gel. You use an entire store, proclaimed the bright green lettering on the black background of the bumper sticker the Winner-Barton household had received.
"I don't use that much hair gel," Trowa said without batting an eye.
At least, the visible one remained still…
"I didn't think you used any," Quatre said, perplexed.
"Of course," Trowa replied. "If I didn't, my hair would go all over the place." He shook his head to demonstrate; his bangs swished back and forth across his face, covering and revealing either eye in turn.
Quatre gave a weak chuckle. "Like Professor G's?" he asked jokingly, remembering the mushroom-shaped cloud of mint green hair Duo's trainer sported.
Trowa dipped his head in a nod. "Exactly."
Quatre shook his head. "So what are you going to do now?" he asked.
"What do you think?" Trowa asked leadingly, tilting his head towards the newest link of the insult chain.
Quatre, however, far from picking up on Trowa's unsubtle hint, had focused on the way his lover's hair fell. Stifling his mirth, the blond batted at a lock of brown hair doing its best to make a run for the right side of Trowa's face and said, "Pick up some maximum hold hair gel?"
Trowa's visible green eye glanced at the wayward locks in question and he grumbled.