Letting out a playfully lighthearted sigh, Sprout sits in front of the vanity in your room with his back turned to you.

"Ehe, I trust you, so like.. Don't rip my hair out or anything," Sprout quips, chuckling along with you. Grinning like an idiot, you assure him that you're experienced and will try your best to not screw anything up.

Taking a moment to assess what you're working with, you can't help but admire how well-kept his fluffy hair is. You were honestly expecting it to be a bit more messy considering he's always in the kitchen baking and stuff.

Shrugging, you break out of your trance and get to work, taking the brush you had in-hand and beginning to brush out his hair. You swear you can hear a slight giggle come from him, but you simply smile in response.

"Sorry, I'm a bit too eager about all this," he comments, a smile making its way onto his face. "It's not often that someone offers to help out like this, and either way, I kinda need it!"