[ He has to admit -- that's well-kept hair. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, still unsure. Typically, he brushes out his own hair at night, in a careful but perfunctory way; he maintains, he rarely styles. He has no interest in cutting it, though he'd be hard-pressed to articulate exactly why. Some vestige of vanity in the blood.
It's perhaps this vestige that gets him in the chair. He sets his staff aside, sighs, and sits down. ]
take ur time!
It's perhaps this vestige that gets him in the chair. He sets his staff aside, sighs, and sits down. ]
... all right. But don't get drastic, okay?