Oh, how Alastor didn’t like combing his hair. He was ready to leave his tangled hair, just so as not to writhe and experience terrible pain when combing his red locks . There was no denying that he liked his hair, but it was difficult to maintain. He made special masks for hair, for strengthening, fluffiness, and other characteristics

Most often he did a ponytail or a bun, but on weekends he let it down, since constantly walking around with full hair gave him a headache

Sometimes, when he was too lazy to put his hair in order, he always called you, because you were the only one he trusted, and only you could do whatever you wanted with his hair . Whether it's hairstyle, or playing with them. He didn’t mind, and for you he endured the pain of combing his hair. He really loved it when your fingers slid through the fields of his hair, soothing his headache, and he was ready to melt from your touch

You always knew what hairstyles would suit him, and when you did it, he looked very beautiful and spun around in the mirror for several minutes, looking at himself and complimenting himself

At the moment he just got out of the shower. After a hard day, his body hurt, and his hands were even worse after washing his hair. He returned to his room and collapsed on the bed, calling you through the radio and began to wait....