"Noya, hold still!" Yaku said, brandishing a comb and can of hairspray. "I'm not done yet! If you keep bouncing around like that, you're going to lose your—"

As if on cue, Noya's wig fell off and tumbled to the floor, crushing the spikes Yaku had spent the past hour trying to set in place.

"—wig," Yaku finished weakly, picking up the bright orange monstrosity he was beginning to hate and inspecting the damage. It wasn't as bad as it had looked at first, a few flattened bits, but nothing a bit more hairspray couldn't fix.

"It's too exciting, Yaku," Noya complained, practically vibrating in place as Yaku tried to decide if the entire card of bobby pins would be enough to keep Noya's wig secure through all of his bouncing. "This is my first con! Believe it!"

Yaku raised an eyebrow at him, but Noya just laughed.

"That doesn't work without eyebrows," he said. "You just look ridiculous. What happened to Gaara's eyebrows anyway?"

"No idea. Maybe he lost them in a sandstorm or something? Now hold still or we're going to be late."

"Awww, someone's a spoilsport. Just because you're cosplaying the grumpy sociopath doesn't mean you need to act like him," Noya said, but he did stop bouncing just enough for Yaku to put the finishing touches on his wig.

"You know I'm excited too," Yaku said. "Now let's go!"

"Yeah! We're going to show this con the best Naruto cosplay they've ever seen! Believe it!!!" Noya yelled, and Yaku couldn't help but laugh as he hurried out the door after him.