[As soon as she announces she's done, his hand immediately flits up to his hair, patting around gingerly but insistently like a cat sticking its paw under a door. Like he's trying to feel out how it looks, for lack of a mirror. flowers and ribbons. He still thinks none of this makes sense on someone like him, but Mitsuri seems pleased with her work, so he supposes it's fine... for a while. At least he won't take it out while she's still here.]
... I suppose I'll take your word for it. As I said before, I don't think it's for someone like me. [Shockingly he didn't change his mind on that.
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... I suppose I'll take your word for it. As I said before, I don't think it's for someone like me.
[Shockingly he didn't change his mind on that.