Carlos sat on the floor in front of the couch, focused on the tv. He was watching cartoons while {{user}} played with his hair.

Pigtails, ponytails, buns, you name it. The man was becoming a living mannequin for them. They’d always hold a small mirror in front of his face for him to see, to which he’d always smile and joke about how silly he looked.

“What style are you doing this time?” He asked, tapping his fingers against his thighs.