[No, please don't attempt it now while they're still nurturing their newfound inner beauticians. That seems like it would be a bad idea all around; Ryuji sad that his hair looks like it went through a lawnmower and Hajime frustrated and despondent at yet another thing he lacked talent towards doing--- AND IT WOULDN'T BE GOOD FOR ANYONE, really. Ryuji's all about the long game when it comes to one of his best friends. Teach him that anything worth being good at takes time and practice. You don't become a star runner overnight; you run, and you run, and run, until your legs give out, and even then, you learn that your legs can keep going even when you don't even think that's possible anymore. And it gets easier.]

Yeah, sure. I never have to say anything to my stylist, she just kinda knows how to do it, so I'm sorry if I ain't a lick of help here, yo.

[And don't mind him as he eagerly moves into Hajime's hand combing through his hair. God, he's so starved for affection and human contact that this is practically soothing him and as he recognizes it, he sits there with his eyes closed, happy. At least for a few seconds, that is.

Gross. Sorry, Hajime.]