Dorian nearly broke out in noises of glee as he simultaneously rubbed the green balloon against his head and watched the two young men introduce themselves amicably. He wondered if they could ever become friends in a way that brothers relied on each other. But, really, even Dorian knew he was being slightly ludicrous for the time.
...Even with the green balloon rising off his head with half of his black hair plastered to it.
"Oh, it was so much your doing, Mitch! I am simply glad to be in attendance!" He grinned as he lowered the balloon down and returned to rubbing it. "There are so many wonderful guests! Such splendor in they who orbit for love of one another."
The balloon raised again, even more hair sticking up this time. He frowned. "My head feels prickly. Maybe it gets angry when my hairs like the balloon better. No?"