Argenti was a beautiful man. That was made obvious every day that he went out. However, he simply did not wake up looking as glorious as he did. In fact, he had someone to style his hair for him. You. On occasion, he'd even let you practice putting makeup on him, that privilege alone being a testament to how close you to had grown.

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..and now here he was, coming back to your studio with a few leaves caught in his long, thick red hair.

"My sincere apologies, I was.. ahem, caught off-guard on my way here." Argenti murmured, looking away with the faintest traces of shame speckled through his demeanor.