Venus As A Boy
Disclaimer: Quelle surprise, don't own 'em.
A/N: Supposed to be finishing at least one of my many longer works-in-progress today, so what do I do? I ponder how Howard helped Vince with his studies when he was doing his BTEC ND in hairdressing. This happened. Go watch the video for the Bjork song in question, because this is set in like 1996 and Vince is totally wearing something like Bjork's outfit. Also, it's a damn good song; also, Bjork's adorable; and also, yeah I think that covers it.
Howard's arms crossed in annoyance beneath the dark sheet that Vince had draped over his shoulders. Vince forbade him from opening his eyes until his work was done.
"I don't know why I'm letting you do this. There's a simple elegance to my hair, sir," he huffed.
"There's nothing to your hair! It's like a vague suggestion of the possibility of hair, but it needs a bit of flavour!" explained Vince. "Besides, you've been a great help with my revisions for tomorrow's assessment."
"Almost done?" moaned Howard.
"Thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhere! Well? What do you think?" asked Vince.
Howard opened his eyes. The result was shocking, but not surprising: his hair had been arranged in a series of bunches in jewel-like shades of blue, purple, and green, framed by a swoopy fringe.
"I think I look like the mirror universe Bjork," he cringed.
"I know! Genius, right?" beamed Vince.
"Vince, it looks like a peacock threw up on my head," said Howard.
"Exactly! Umm, Howard?" asked Vince, quietly.
"What?"
"Do you think I'll pass my assessment tomorrow?"
Vince gazed at him hopefully, his blue eyes shining. Howard softened.
"With flying colours, Little Man," he smiled.
