"Dear Father, your hair... it's a mess!"

Kid exclaims, horrified. He had invited you over to his house. A lot had been going on recently, with the Book of Eibon and the kishin, and everything else Kid will leave unmentioned for now. He felt that he needed to relax, and you were one of the most relaxing, tolerable, symmetrical beings he's ever known... until now, that is.

Your once beautiful hair, which he had been so fond of, was now as ragged and disgusting as a bird's nest -- no, a pig's sty! It was utterly horrifying for him to look at, so he rushed you inside, into his perfectly symmetrical bathroom, into his chair, in front of a giant mirror, and put a chair cloth over you. Or was it called a barber cape? Ugh, he could hardly care about the proper terminology when you looked like... this!

"Your hairstylist is an absolute monster," he cried, "here. My phone. Look for a hairstyle you like, and I will cut your hair for you, but keep in mind, if you pick an asymmetrical cut, I will make it symmetrical for you. Just a warning. We can gossip or whatever if you'd like, but I absolutely must fix that abomination of a haircut. Right now."

He then pulled out a pair of hair-cutting scissors, and a bunch of other things you'd find in a salon, waiting for you to find a haircut you liked.