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[ FT. Calc & Lookie! Calc belongs to Cherry_Beamz on Wattpad, otherwise known as CherryBombVirus on YouTube! ]

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"Your hair is really soft and fluffy." Lookie hummed casually, playing with Calc's hair as he sat down on the couch. She had a small, smug grin on her face as she messed around with the latter's hair constantly, her wings fluttering gently. "I don't get how you curl it all the time! Can I do your hair? I'm sure I would be an amazing stylist if you ask me." The spyware inquired, letting go of Calc's locks temporarily as her gaze drifted back to the latter. She was standing behind Calc as of now. Lookie eventually went back to messing around with his hair, not even awaiting a response due to her fidgety behavior that had been unintentionally transferred during some part of her coding process by her creator. She was also rather glitchy, considering the fact her form was technically like a humanoid robot of some sorts. Her creator had apparently just went, "Oh yeah, let's just toss some random stuff together and make a spyware program that's unintentionally sentient." Who's her creator? No idea! That's a problem for another time, as *someone* tole me to make this a fluffy fanfiction- oops, forth wall break. They appeared to be in a living room or lobby of some sorts judging by their surroundings, which consisted of a television, couch, carpet, windows, blinds, etc. A small brick chimney was in front of the coffee table and couch they were currently at, which seemed to support the television like a stand of some sorts.

"Absolutely not." Calc immediately responded with a deadpan expression, arching an eyebrow upward as Lookie continued to mess around with his hair. Calc's hair was primarily pitch-black. It was also rather fluffy and curly, bouncing around whenever he moved his head a lot and such. The calculator adjusted his rectangular-shaped glasses, looking back over at the spyware as she continued. "I feel like you're the last person I world trust with my hair. Don't know why, just an itching feeling..." He grumbled slightly, crossing his legs over each other as he leaned back against the couch. Calc grabbed a blanket beside him on the couch, tossing it over his lap as he continued to stare blankly ahead. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, reaching over and taking a sip of a mug of coffee. The mug consisted of intricate designs such as random arithmetic symbols. On the inside of the mug of coffee consisted as many digits of PI that could fit in it. Why? The calculator was a math nerd, of course! Shocker, isn't it?

"...Fair enough, I suppose. I can barely even style my own hair." Lookie shrugged it off dismissively, pulling away and popping her fingers restlessly. She glanced down at the calculator before continuing with her 'duty' of messing with his hair. In her defense, she didn't have long hair like Calc. Hers was much shorter and more bouncy, if that made any sense whatsoever. Lookie adjusted her glasses as she spoke, her body occasionally distorting to become ever so slightly bigger or smaller before going back to normal.

"That may or may not be because you barely have any." Calc muttered under his breath incomprehensibly with a raised eyebrow, just barely audible if you were paying enough attention to his words. He crossed his arms against his chest, adjusting the blanket on his lap to fit more comfortably as he leaned against the couch once more. The calculator quickly stopped himself from rolling his eyes, deciding that would make his grouchy demeanor much more visible and less hidden. Despite this, he let out a small grumble.

"Pardon?" Lookie stopped dead in her tracks, slowly turning her head to Calc with a sickeningly sweet smile. Her eye twitched with annoyance- not that they were visible under the static. A warning symbol flashed on her static glasses as she stared down at him. The... slightly unstable spyware glitched slightly, her movements becoming much more jerky and violent due to the malfunctioning. Her glasses distorted, the static seeming to flicker into a variety of colors as she silently glared at the calculator.

"Nothing." Calc responded bluntly as if he hadn't just insulted her, examining his nails and adjusting the ribbons on his wrists. Were those ribbons? No idea, honestly- they were close enough to be considered as them though. The ribbons/bracelets consisted of numbers going from 0-9, as if you turned a number line into a bracelet. Lookie raised an eyebrow skeptically, though her previous glitching and distortion had calmed down till she stopped glitching- for the most part, anyway. The warning symbols on her staticky glasses eventually faded away as they went back to normal. The two stayed silent for a moment, the only sound being the occasional rustle of the calculator's hair. After a moment or two, he spoke up once more.

"Here, let me teach you how to do this..." Calc muttered with a hint of annoyance, though it was hard to tell if it was genuine. He sat up straighter, picking up a mirror that Lookie had been using to allow him to see what she was doing. Why did she do that? Because she was not trustworthy whatsoever with this. "Let's start off with some simple braids, alright? So take this thick-ish strand of hair here, like this..." Calc got a chunk of his own hair, pulling it back to the front of his face so he could actually see what he was doing. He then explained the instructions to Lookie, doing it himself as he spoke. "Now, you're going to want to separate it into three or so separate pieces. Make them slightly even in size before beginning to get the right section here and cross it over the middle. See how it makes a new middle section? Now, you're going to want to..." Calc began to rant, explaining on how to do braids to Lookie. She stood up as straight as she could manage, doing as she was told and attentively listening to the latter. The two began to work together somewhat peacefully, with the calculator trying to teach the spyware how to braid hair, and the spyware accidentally ripping out a strand or two of hair and making Calc increasingly more pissed off.

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After a while of doing this and repeating the process, the two eventually managed to braid all of Calc's hair completely. It was... admittedly, a bit easy to tell who did what braids. The small braids that Lookie had done were a bit more messy and spiky. How did she manage to pull that off? Don't underestimate the stupidity of a spyware. The (multiple) braids that Calc had made to show Lookie were almost perfect, though of course nothing is perfect- just like the two! That sounded much more cheesy than I intended. It appeared as though approximately 30 minutes or so- give or take- had passed. It definitely felt a bit quicker than it actually was though due to the occasional random chitchat and conversations the two had during the process to distract themself from the painstakingly long braiding. The two weren't particularly interested in braiding hair for a long time after this, as Calc had way too much curly hair. While usually this would be really awesome- it was a 'minor' inconvenience and nuisance when it came to actually braiding hair. After all, you needed mostly straight hair to do it properly. No wonder he always stuck to wearing a ponytail of some sorts rather than doing his hair all fancy.

Lookie took a step back with a slow clap of her hands, all of her eyes staring at Calc with unintentional eeriness. "Ah, we're complete with your awesome hair! Perfect. Now we just have to find a pretty-pink princess dress to match your braids!" Lookie smirked as she taunted the latter, staring down at him. She snorted, covering her mouth to stifle laughter at even the bare thought of the usually strict, nerdy calculator wearing a stupid princess dress. That was definitely some intriguing imagery. Lookie had to admit it was pretty amassing and entertaining to think about though due to how out-of-character it was for Calc.

"We're not doing that." He immediately deadpanned, silently glaring over at the spyware. Calc was putting back all of the access hair bands into a bag of some sorts filled to the brim with them. For some odd, godforsaken reason, Lookie just carried around a bunch of hair bands with her everywhere even though she never did her hair. The calculator would ask about it, though it was actually mildly convenient- so he wasn't complaining whatsoever. Calc didn't find the idea of him wearing a vibrant pink princess dress as amusing as Lookie for... well, obvious reasons.

I mean, at least the imagery was funny?