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Tamaki sat on the floor of the living room, his legs crisscrossed while his hands rested in his lap. Behind him stood your 4-year-old daughter wearing a small fabric belt with pockets around her waist. Inside, the pockets held her latest prized possessions; the shiny plastic of her new toy hairdresser supplies.
She had a brush, a hair dryer, scissors, and even a cute little hair straighter. It was a gift that you and Tamaki had given her after taking notice of her new favorite pastime, which consisted of her using your brush to style the fur of her stuffed animals while pretending to give them haircuts using her fingers as imaginary scissors.
But right now instead of a teddy bear, it was Tamaki that was paying a visit to her make-believe hair salon.
"I like your hair mister. Are you a prince?" Your daughter asked her father while she brushed his dark hair with her pink sparkly brush. Tamaki smiled at his daughter's question, knowing exactly what to say to get her excited.
"Yes, I am...I'm Prince Amajiki and I came here to get my hair done. For the royal ball."
Her eyes sparkled as she let out a gasp. "Wow, a royal ball! Are you going with a princess?"
"Yeah, I'm going with my princess, she went into town for some food but she should be back soon. So...can you make me look nice for her?" He asked his daughter.
"Yeah! I will cut it and make it pretty for you and your princess!" The young girl began to focus as she took ahold of her plastics scissors and began "chopping" away at Tamaki's dark locks, making the appropriate hair cutting sounds with her mouth.
"Mister prince Amajiki? I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Is your princess pretty? And do you love her?" Your daughter innocently asked Tamaki while she kept on playing with his hair.
Even with it being his own daughter the simple questions still caused Tamaki to look down and blush as he thought about you. "Umm...yeah she's really pretty, b-beautiful actually but she's also really nice and funny and...I absolutely love her, a lot."
Your daughter smiled as she continued to "cut" Tamaki's hair. "You are a very sweet prince, your princess sounds nice! I think I love that princess too!" Her adorable response caused a smile to grace his face.
The little girl's small hands smoothed down Tamaki's hair proceeding to style it.
"What kind of hair do you want? A ponytail like me or braids?" She played with the strands of his soft hair as she waited for his response.
"A ponytail sounds nice."
"Ok Dada, um...I mean prince Amajiki!"
Tamaki chuckled at her slip up.
Your daughter lowered her hand into one of her pockets, pulling out a blue hair tie. As she gathered up her dad's hair she tried to remember the way it looked when she watched you get ready. The way you would easily use your fingers to brush your hair back, gather it high up on your head and quickly wrap the hair tie around your hair creating a perfect ponytail. She tried to imitate your process, replaying the steps in her mind several times but no matter how many times she tried, she just couldn't get it right. Tying the hair tie into his hair was impossible to her. "Oh no..." she whispered behind Tamaki. He could hear the disappointment in her voice making his smile fade away.
