Requested by too many people to be honest

Princey watched Anxiety's hair from afar. It was covered up by purple dye, but he could still see the faint yellow from underneath. "Well, at least he's in a good mood..." he thought. Quietly, he snuck up behind the dark trait.

"Hey, Virgil," he said calmly. The younger jumped and the strands flashed orange, then a light red. Spinning around, he let out a sigh of relief. "Roman! Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!"

He snickered. "No need for such foul language..." The fanciful trait glanced at the hidden strands and noticed they were a pale pink. "So, question."

"Yes?"

"So, if you have color changing hair, do the rest if us also have color changing stuff?" He asked curiously. Anxiety quickly pulled up his hood to hide it and rolled his eyes. "Sure, Roman. Patton's eyes do it, Logan's tie does it, and the hilt of your sword can do it, too."

"Really?"

"No. Did you not recognize the sarcasm?" The moody trait fully pulled up his hood and started to walk off. "And please, stop talking about it."

Princey caught his arm as he was walking. "Wait-" The words caught in his throat as the hood fell off.

The anxious male's hair was a bright pink underneath, and not even the newly died hair could hide it. He yanked himself out of the royal boy's grasp and put the hood back on. "What?" he snapped.

The fanciful trait remembered last time Anxiety's hair went pink. Realization dawned in him and they locked eyes. "Virge... Do you... Do you like me?"

"What gave you that idea?"

"Um, the hair?"

"Once again, that was sarcasm," He let out a sigh of defeat and let go of his hood. "If it wasn't obvious, yes."

He blinked a few times before grinning. "Pink looks good on you."

He watched the strands turn a brighter shade. "I doubt it."

"It really does," the prince took a couple steps forward. "You might even wear it better than me."

"We look pretty much the same."

"That's not the point." The creative male took a hold of the other's hand. His hair was now the hottest pink on the color spectrum, and his face was close to it. "You're cute when you're embarrassed."

He let out a small growl and grabbed onto Princey's sash. "Where are you going with this?"

"Wherever you want to," he purred sweetly. He was not expecting Anxiety to pull him into a kiss.

The worrisome trait broke away quickly and smirked at his crush's flustered expression. "What? You said wherever I wanted it to," he stated before heading back down the hallway. The dramatic trait stayed frozen in place, still trying to process what had happened. Once he did, a smile crept onto his face and he laughed quietly, walking back towards his room.