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Because Izzy is a simple man, his tastes correspond. Including how he likes to see your hair. You spend at least half an hour in the bathroom making your hair as beautifully complex as possible only for Izzy to say, "I don't like it." "Izzy,," you sigh as you walk over to him, "this is one of the few situations where you can lie to me." He puts his guitar down and motions for you to sit on his lap. You begrudgingly comply and wrap your legs around his waist. "You know I can't lie to you," he presses his forehead to yours. "Why don't you like it Mr Stradlin?" you ask in an attempt to gain insight into what you can change. "I don't know doll. You just look...." he reaches up and hovers his fingers above your hairline, "tense with your hair tied up. It always pulls on your skin and I don't like it." "What is that even supposed to mean?" you place the side of your face into his chest and wrap your arms around him. Izzy's hands rub your sides, "you don't look relaxed or free." "Then how should I do my hair?" "Like this," then he proceeds to untie every single tie and unclip every pretty clip in your hair. He massages your scalp afterwards. "Isn't that better sweetheart?" he asks while his fingers run over your scalp. "I look feral with my hair out, like a rat" you push yourself up and look in his eyes. "Yeah but you're my feral rat," Izzy pouts his lips outwards. "Izzy!"
You end up silently and playfully fighting with Izzy throughout the day over your hairstyle. It's simple: he wants your hair out because you look relaxed but you want your hair up because, for some reason, it makes you more productive. In your mind, loose, untied hair was for when you were sleeping and nothing else. You'll be sitting at your desk, doing work or whatever and then Izzy walks past and unties your hair with a swift move. Or you'll be in the kitchen and next thing you know he'll come up behind you and pretend to hug you. But in reality, he takes your hair down. "Give me back the tie Stradlin," you brandish the spoon in your hand at him. "Or what? What are you going to do?" he smirks at you.
In the end, your hairstyle ends up being a compromise for both you and him. It's tied up to suit you BUT long and flowing and free enough to suit Izzy.
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