[Nnnope, Siffrin is choosing to play oblivious. What discussion? They're just having some lighthearted early morning banter, that's all. He smiles again, gathering up his stuff and following Isabeau downstairs. They're the only ones staying in the clocktower, so they can get changed just as easily on the lower floor.
It probably says a lot about their respective morning routines that Siffrin's bag is much lighter than Isabeau's. What do they really need, after all? A change of clothes, a toothbrush... They don't think they even own a brush, honestly. They've just been occasionally borrowing Isabeau's for most of the journey. And before that...well, there was a reason their hair used to be shorter. Experimenting with dye in order to stand out less was about as much as they'd ever bothered dealing with their hair at all.
With that thought in mind as they move downstairs, Siffrin absently fingers the lightless ends of his hair, frowning a little at the texture of it.]
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It probably says a lot about their respective morning routines that Siffrin's bag is much lighter than Isabeau's. What do they really need, after all? A change of clothes, a toothbrush... They don't think they even own a brush, honestly. They've just been occasionally borrowing Isabeau's for most of the journey. And before that...well, there was a reason their hair used to be shorter. Experimenting with dye in order to stand out less was about as much as they'd ever bothered dealing with their hair at all.
With that thought in mind as they move downstairs, Siffrin absently fingers the lightless ends of his hair, frowning a little at the texture of it.]
...Do you think I should cut my hair?