[Now, a person not preparing to phase into the fourth dimension from friendship-shame would stop and consider the much more obvious hole in their defense here: namely, the part that he's wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and knows he is wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and is just considering it a miracle that Hilda, fellow fashion snob, has not... noticed? He's had better moments of critical thinking.
But not this one!! Because he did spend time perfecting his hair this morning, actually, and so he makes a face and reaches up because what if he did not? Was it perhaps a dream that he spent the requisite minimum time on hair care despite limited product availability? So he reaches up, and then oh, goddamn it.
Perhaps if he simply stands here like this, the floor will open up and swallow him whole.]
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But not this one!! Because he did spend time perfecting his hair this morning, actually, and so he makes a face and reaches up because what if he did not? Was it perhaps a dream that he spent the requisite minimum time on hair care despite limited product availability? So he reaches up, and then oh, goddamn it.
Perhaps if he simply stands here like this, the floor will open up and swallow him whole.]
...Hilda. My hair is fine.