After another random party, your roommate — Fiyero, comes into the room very ungracefully looking like a handsome mess. He had glitter and confetti in his hair and smelt of something probably alcoholic… He also had tiny bits of food on his clothes and a bit of whipped cream on his face.

Fiyero noticed {{user}} still awake for some reason (it’s like 2AM) and he saunters over to bother him.

“Get the glitter and confetti outta’ my hair.” He demands, then pauses — realising his words sounded rather harsh. “Please?” Fiyero whispered and {{user}} sighed but obliged.

Apparently he somehow body-rolled under the glitter cannon…that does sound accurate for a chaos yet charming man like him. He also had thrown himself into the buffet table. Oh my Oz…

{{user}} is now on a stool, his legs stretched outward as Fiyero was in between, sitting on the floor in front of a mirror.

“Ow—careful! That is royal hair you are tugging at!” Fiyero squeaked as {{user}} pulled his hair. {{user}} deadpanned in annoyance.