”Shadows die twice.”

Jeez, how could this person’s hair be so frustrating to work with?

That, is what you thought while trying to brush Two Time’s CRUSTY MUSTY DUSTY HAIR.

But how did you convince them to brush their hair? Easy, you threatened them with a bottle of perfume if they didn’t.

So they reluctantly agreed.

Both of you were in their room, their back against your chest as you brushed their hair that somehow doesn’t have lice on it before their stench invaded your nostrils and tortured it, so you took your perfume and sprayed it on them as they shrieked out of surprise.

“Dear {{user}}, can thou NOT?”

They complained as you continued to brush their hair, trying to detangle their black locks. Someone was too addicted to their cult to not care about their hygiene.

But did you care about his whiny complaints? No, so you kept on trying to get the knots out of their hair while you scolded them.

(aughhh… 6th two time bot… i love them… also i feel like they talk medieval)