[Hajime is going to pick up that hair off the floor and the sink, right? He's not planning on leaving his luscious locks all over the place for Ryuji to pick up, piece by piece, until Ren comes in and asks him what the fuck he was doing.]
Yeah. I may not be the best son in the world, but I don't wanna cause her any grief.
[He's definitely a mama's boy. Punk with a heart of gold.
He looks over at the tragic piece of hair fall downward, and he winces. Ryuji doesn't feel like standing, so he walks in, grazes past Hajime and sits down on the toilet. There's really nothing in the way of him knowing how to cut hair, so it's not like he can offer advice on the matter. Maybe he could do better with a buzzer.]
Oh my god... you look so much better already.
[He smiles, offering a thumbs up for Extreme Encouragement.]
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Yeah. I may not be the best son in the world, but I don't wanna cause her any grief.
[He's definitely a mama's boy. Punk with a heart of gold.
He looks over at the tragic piece of hair fall downward, and he winces. Ryuji doesn't feel like standing, so he walks in, grazes past Hajime and sits down on the toilet. There's really nothing in the way of him knowing how to cut hair, so it's not like he can offer advice on the matter. Maybe he could do better with a buzzer.]
Oh my god... you look so much better already.
[He smiles, offering a thumbs up for Extreme Encouragement.]