This was requested from a friend who wanted me to write something about 'Julius, doing something fabulous.' And this is what I came up with from that. Please enjoy.
With crimson red eyes darting about at the mirror's reflection, the feminine male sighed to himself as he took note of the split ends that were beginning to form at the very tips of his purple, spiked hair. It most certainly did not look good, especially when those split ends were even more noticeable in the colorful highlights that popped up all over.
"This just will not do! I simply can not go into town looking like this!" He huffed, grabbing up a hairbrush laying nearby and running it through the mess of colors with ease.
At least, near the top of his scalp seemed the easiest to move through. The brush quickly snagged itself and pulled painfully at a grouping of strands, causing the man to yelp in surprise and pain.
It was one of the few times that Julius truly cursed the fact that he had let his hair become as long as it had.
Oh yes, it was very beautiful, he would never say that! He had put so much work into the colored highlights adorning the purple so that they would look simply fabulous.
And of course, he had spent many hours of the week simply just preparing his hair for when it was time to leave that day. It was a never ending task when it came to keeping long hair in such beautiful shape.
Even right now, when the split ends and the bird nests in his hair became overwhelming, that wouldn't stop him from making it look just as beautiful once more.
Perhaps this time, he could get it to look even better!
Another snagging, another wince, another curse between clenched teeth.
It would be worth it in the end, he hoped, because he wasn't sure if he could honestly take much more of this.
Nearly an hour had passed of combing, brushing, and the occasional louder cry of agony from one too many hair strands being pulled viciously with said items of hair care.
Taking in a deep breath, Julius stood up and looked himself over in the mirror again, examining himself from each angle to ensure that he was truly ready and had not missed a single spot that needed his attention.
He was starting to gain a headache from all of the hair-pulling, but he wouldn't dare let that ruin his day, oh no. If anything, it would make him go out and talk to even more people if he possibly could.
The more he spoke, the less he would think about it, wasn't that how it went?
With a final few brush strokes and a bit of hair gel here and there -how else would he allow his hair to stay in place?- he was quick to finish off his preparations.
Slipping on his favorite pair of heart-shaped earrings, Julius sighed to himself and did a little bow in the mirror. He might have been just a little bit arrogant, possibly.
Just a bit. Not that he would ever admit to it.
"Ah, today is going to be fabulous again~!"
And with that in mind, he jumped to his feet, took one final look into the mirror and blew his reflection a kiss before turning and dashing out the door towards the Blacksmith.