[When Hajime is placed sitting, facing the wall, he moves forward and tries to examine this mop. He smirks, realizing that he's seeing the ahoge from the first time at this angle, and it kind of just... falsely tries to intimidate him from cutting of it. He knows he shouldn't... he was just told not to.]

Hmm... It's kinda like a skyscraper in your hair.

[Okay. Now or never, dude.

Ryuji starts capturing panels of his hair between his fingers, holding it from the root and clipping at the back of his head. He doesn't want to admit that he's actually pretty damn nervous about doing this, so his concentration picks up tenfold.

He can't let Hajime down if he trusted him to do this task, so he does what he thinks is right- cutting upwards into the hair and angled. He's looking to take some of the length down and he makes sure to trim the edge pieces that look like they're threatening to fray.]

Don't worry, I'm not tryin' to turn you into Da Vinci or anything.

[Van Gogh, you dumbass.

Ryuji continues- the cut isn't anywhere near perfect, and uneven, but he's trying his earnest best at it, and look! no bald spots.]

How'd they do it? Like... stab through the chest or somethin'? [And then he grimaces--] They didn't like... cut the dude's dicks off, did they?