[Michael grins, pleased and embarrassed in equal measure. Humans.]
Then we're good.
[.....hm. He runs a hand through his hair; he gave up styling it a day or two into Snow Hell, and it's starting to get long enough to hang into his face when it's not slicked back. He probably needs a shave too.]
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Then we're good.
[.....hm. He runs a hand through his hair; he gave up styling it a day or two into Snow Hell, and it's starting to get long enough to hang into his face when it's not slicked back. He probably needs a shave too.]
You still look terrible. Anything I can get you?