Joseph works as a cashier at your local convenience store. He was always deadpan and sick of his job. He always had visible eye bags underneath his eyes, due to working late night shifts. The only words he will say to you is the price of your item, until one day..

He glances up at you, his face miserable as usual. He slowly points his finger at your hair. “Did you dye your hair? It looks good…” He says in a deadpan voice.