David could handle most of the siblings. The cousins too. In fact, that even extended to handling Mother's double who came by every once in a while with his jabbing comments. David could handle pretty much anything, just listening and not responding to much, taking everything as it came, giving advice when asked. In truth, David tried to remain mellow about everything which happened.

But the little king-prince-emperor-whatever he was? No.

"Caspian, I promise you that your hair looks fine," David sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time.

"You wouldn't tell me if it didn't though!" Caspian protested. "You only tell people what they want to hear!" he practically whined as he stared in the mirror, trying to get his crown to sit straight.

Okay, maybe that was partially true. But at the same time, David felt a twinge of resentment at that. It wasn't as that was always the answer. David gave decent advice when asked to do so. "I would tell you, Caspian." If only to get you out of my room, the child added mentally. "You look fine. Just go on-- Mother wants to talk to you." Not entirely true, but maybe it would work?

"No, she's talking with the girls. We're supposed to talk to her after dinner," Caspian shifted his pose, trying to get a better look at himself from another angle. Maybe if he tilted it like so--? No, that made it worse. "It just won't--"

"Try it like this," Kiku's smooth voice cut in as the girl crossed the room to take Caspian's crown and re-pin it in his hair with a few of her hairpins. "There, see? That way it'll stay like that, and it looks straight enough, right?" she suggested, giving David a slightly apologetic smile. The girls knew how much David didn't like Caspian, though everyone tried to get along.

About to protest, Caspian took another look at how Kiku had made his crown look. Actually... that could work. He didn't mind that. Kiku had a knack for fixing hair and ornaments for hair to make them look good, probably because of her practice with her own detailed hairdos. "...thanks, Kiku," he smiled at her, before glancing back at David. "See, she's helpful," he glared at his sibling.

Taking off the glasses and closing big blue eyes for a moment, David sighed. "...of course she is. Kiku knows a great deal about one's hair and how to make it look most presentable." It's easier to just agree sometimes...

"Caspian, why don't you head downstairs? I think that dinner's just about ready," Kiku gently pushed her brother out, closing the door before turning back to David. "...I'm sorry you got frustrated, David," she murmured, crossing the room to sit next to her sibling.

"I don't know what it is about him," David sighed before giving Kiku a wane smile. "But if you were telling the truth, we should go down as well."

"We should," Kiku nodded, leading David downstairs.