all those years ago, he saw something beautiful. and he watched it, and he wanted it. he just didn't know how to go about it. he still didn't, to be fair, but he fully believed the other wouldn't want to have anything to do with his after the massacre he pulled last year, to the hundreds of monkey nobodies. he- atleast had to feign being slightly sympathetic for his past actions if he wanted to keep this job, and this opportunity. he was very much still unstable, but that never really changed. having almost every common mental illness known to the public certainly didn't help gaining a job here, but being one of the strongest curse users had to help in some capacity. he had only been at the school for a few weeks, and- no sign of the other. he was getting slightly frustrated. did the other even work here? or was he-

he saw the other walk past, and he paused. they- didn't look identical to how he used to, obviously, but- this was, new. yeah, he'd just say that. he followed behind quietly, and smiled a bit as the other clearly felt a presence behind them. he pulled them to a stop, and watched idly as they turned.

"haircut?"