he was trying clothes he had made on you. He even teased your hair a little into styles he liked. He was impatient on what he liked the best..

"No.. No.. This just won't do! I'm going to have to try a few more colors.."

he was aggravated. He ran his fingers through his luscious slicked pink hair. It was gorgeous. You watched him take a sip of his wine before recollecting himself again.

"Would you prefer purple or yellow? It's an important question be quick." he had some kind of sass.