002 - In which Howl has a dire emergency.

[likepaleglass]

A state of most dire emergency:

I am in need of a hairdresser. Immediately.

Barring that, the nearest Avon lady and a drugstore.

Comments

[puffinparadise]

[Your 'son' that's secretly a country is standing on the other side of the room...staring at you, now in disbelief.]

Your hair isn't that bad.

[likepaleglass]

[asdfsdfajij, Iceland! Don't sneak up on him like that. Howl goes rigid and dives behind the nearest furniture.]

[There's a long silence.]

Come to think of it, we could probably do something with your hair too.

[puffinparadise]

[Iceland will sneak up on Howl like that because Icy is totally being a puffin-cuddling licorice-loving wants-to-follow-big-brother-Norway-everywhere ninja.]

...

What?

[likepaleglass]

[S-so cruel! Howl stares up at him, startled -- but seems to have temporarily forgotten his own looks in the wake of Iceland's.]

[Musing.] Yes, I think we could do something . . .

[puffinparadise]

[We don't like this talk about our looks...and we are getting slightly embarrassed over it.]

Like what?

[likepaleglass]

I'm thinking a darker color -- might show off your skin better.

[puffinparadise]

No, nothing is going to be done to my hair.

[likepaleglass]

Come now. You're my son for the time being, aren't you? It's only right that I take care of you properly.

[puffinparadise]

Taking care of me properly doesn't mean messing with my hair.

[likepaleglass]

On the contrary! It's one of the primary necessities.

[puffinparadise]

Says who?

[likepaleglass]

Says me.

[puffinparadise]

[He's inching towards the door.]

I don't want my hair to be dyed...