The god of messengers had very curly and delicate hair, it was hair that a lot of people wish they had. Yet here Hermes was, not taking the strict steps to keep it perfect. Even when given elegant hair products by both Aphrodite and Apollo, Hermes never used them. He would just wash it normally and then go on about his day, sweating under his little helmet.

At first, Aphrodite was pretty pissed that she had just given her products like that. They were wasted. But she let it go. It wasn’t her problem that the man didn’t want beautiful hair.

Apollo on the other hand, didn’t let it go. He marched on down to Hermes’ temple and tackled the god with a brush.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!!” Hermes screeched, squirming as Apollo brushed through his hair violently.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you would just listen!” Apollo hissed, ignoring Hermes cries

“I don’t want to use those stupid products! I don’t have time for them! My hair is just fine!” Hermes cried