hi, king. maxpierre? maxpierre for the boy?
Max looked in the mirror, sighing through his nose. Of course his hair wasn't cooperating with him, no matter how hard he tried. His hair falls around his face, and he huffs, blowing some of it away. Just as he's about to give up, someone's hands find his hair.
He pouts, looking in the reflection again to see Pierre. "You're not supposed to see me before the ceremony."
Pierre laughs quietly, grabbing the hair tie from Maxo's hand and pulling his hair up into a bun. "Well, excuse me for sneaking away from my party to see you, then."
When he was done, he kissed Maxo's cheek, arms wrapping around his middle. His chin was tucked on Maxo's shoulder, and Pierre had a soft smile on his face. "You ready?"
Maxo takes a moment, breathes, then smiles. Yeah, he's ready. He nods.
