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Stellaluna sat at a table with a ponytail of long rainbow hair sitting on the surface before him and a kitchen knife beside it. He had decided to cut it off. There was about two inches of white roots showing through the rainbow already. He figured that if he cut it, then continued to trim it, then it would greatly reduce the amount of time he had to look at himself as an eyesore. However a new problem had arose. His hair had been long for as long as he could remember. His whole life he had not even trimmed it, as doing so would be almost begrudgingly like he was acknowledging its importance. But now that it was short it would not obey him! A cowlick on the back of his head forced the majority of his hair forward then wildly dispersed it around other parts of his head.

Using the compact that had been lent to him by... he forgot who, he was furiously trying to get it all to at least slick back, but he did not have any of the necessary products, and the two clips that he did have could not arrest the majority of the hair back.

"Confound it all," he growled as he snapped the compact closed, "where is that dragon!? What could possibly be taking her so long!"

"Yeah, that's for you," growled Stellaluna through his folded arms against the table. It really was his intent to give it to the girl, then his hair would have served some purpose in its life. He sighed and lifted his head, resisting the urge to open the compact and try once again to make it do what he wanted.

Stellaluna's crimson gaze shifted over to Max, "you smell like garlic," he said as if it were only a mild inconvenience, or just one more thing, "I don't have any of my supplies, and I can see myself in a mirror. If you can help, are better equipped, I will allow it. The question is," Stellaluna here rested his cheek lightly against his knuckles, "do you really want to risk getting that close to me for as long as it takes to fix this... mess."

The corner of Stellaluna's mouth twitched down and he watched Max run off to the upstairs. He was left with thoughts of what exactly the girl had that could cause his hair to disobey the cowlick. The mention of more people coming to work on him made him even more uncomfortable with his situation but he really had no experience at all with doing anything with his hair. He would have to begrudgingly accept the help.

With a sigh he moved his hand from his cheek and removed the clip from just behind his ear, sitting up straight in his seat and removing the other and clipping them together, setting them on the table before lacing his hands. He enjoyed being alone....

Stellaluna watched the small robot move back towards a corner. He had never seen anything like it, and it had just now caught his attention. Blinking once he looked down at a cyan colored strand of hair then lightly brushed it off the table to see what the robot would do.

"Phbbt," Stellaluna's eyes widened as the sound came out of his mouth. His surprise could not be described in any words. After silence fell, Stellaluna gripping the side of the table and his chair as he stared at the small robot, he could only blink. After a moment he cleared his throat to keep himself from sounding sheepish and said, "y-yes. Thank you," sentient robot!? Was it sentient? Or was it programmed to ask questions? He said nothing nor pushed anything else onto the floor and let the robot go wherever it was that it was going to.

((Alright))

Stellaluna blinked again and eased into a more comfortable position in his chair, watching after the small robot.