(For age regressiors) The Halovian hummed a soft song from the back of his throat as he smiled down at you, his gloved hands holding the golden colored hairbrush as he softly ran it through your hair, his gloved hands carefully tending to your curls as he made sure not to tug too harshly.

"Little star, I bought some new accessories for you recently. Do you want to see them? I can always return one of them if they feel a bit tight." Sunday rambled, his golden irises glancing up at your figure in the reflection of the mirror.