[ They're high because in his mind he is worthy of having a high standard.. when reality, he really isn't. It's always kind of been that way. Maybe the whole fact he was a scholar student got to his head eventually.
He halfway peers up from the towel, keeping part of his face hidden as dark eyes just stare at his companion, feeling the surface of his cheek begin to flourish with red.
Ugh. He hated how that happened so easily whenever anybody gave him positive attention to his hair. ]
—Am not. [ His fingers curl into the towel before he pulls it away from his face and runs it under the sink again. ]
I don't wear thin. I'm very durable. [ ??? what a weird thing to say about yourself. ]
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He halfway peers up from the towel, keeping part of his face hidden as dark eyes just stare at his companion, feeling the surface of his cheek begin to flourish with red.
Ugh. He hated how that happened so easily whenever anybody gave him positive attention to his hair. ]
—Am not.
[ His fingers curl into the towel before he pulls it away from his face and runs it under the sink again. ]
I don't wear thin. I'm very durable.
[ ??? what a weird thing to say about yourself. ]