[His eyes widen at the complaint of his hair getting cut down to size a little closer than he wanted it to. He feels bad- this is something that isn't reversible, and when it comes to these sort of things, Ryuji was especially hard on himself, and it shows as his shoulders lower and he frowns.]

Sorry... I'll try to get better at this shit if we're gonna be here for a while.

[Before this becomes a ritual for all his friends. God, the last thing he ever saw himself doing as a profession was a hair stylist of all things. But he sure can hold a conversation like one, so he's practically half way there, right?]

Well, if you ask me, it's a pretty deeply messed up thing to do. Especially if they're a hairdresser. I mean, you kinda trust them implicitly, right?

[He eyeballs that ahoge, pursing his lips and biting down on the bottom one as he draws it in closer to his mouth.]

Don't move. It's kinda do or die here.

[Snip, snip- he cuts into it, trying to remember how long it looked before, when they had first arrived at the station.]

Your hair grows kinda fast, huh?