After the gang’s recent scuffle in town, there was no way you could visit the town hairdresser like you usually did. It took no time for your style to grow out, and you sighed as you looked at it in a handheld mirror. “Damnit…”

You decided you’d get started on detangling, opting to just do your hair yourself. You were hunched in a rather uncomfortable position when Arthur approached. “Christ.” You looked up, and he covered his face, trying to play off a laugh. “I’m not… I… wow. You look great. You… you need help?”