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[he peeks up to see that expression, feeling a beat of old familiarity from it. his mom used to cut his hair like this... well, not exactly like this! but add a kitchen chair and maybe some tv playing in the background and it tracks pretty closely! there's a nice feeling to that, but with the way his blood is acting up, he can't stand comfortably with it, and it causes him to start shifting foot to foot.]

Y-you sure? I mean, I guess...you are. You wouldn't say otherwise. Sorry. Aa...sorry. [he exhales, involuntarily ducking his head.] Thanks. Amara. For the, the help with this.