Sammy and Zee
He didn't entirely trust her not to throw snow at him while his hands were occupied with his hair, but the elastic was too good to pass up. He made quick work of it, mostly concerned with getting the whispy bits that fell into his face pulled back. He knew it made his hair look wild and untamed, haphazard and careless, but he didn't care. he had other priorities; making a stylish manbun was not necessary.