[Glad Julian's having a good time. >:( Really happy for him. >:( Hooray. >:( ]
With what, dish soap? It's not hair, it's your bone-fucking-dry scalp and your gross dead skin flakes.
[Still, it's not... awful to see the jerk actually laugh for once. Ugh. Ugh!! This is what Quentin gets for giving a shit, isn't it? For being a nice person? Who wants to have friends? No good deed goes unpunished. He bends his head forward ever so slightly and gently ruffles his own hair. In like, an aesthetically tousled way, obviously. You think these curls just happen? Think again, buster.]
Look, this is hair. You know what you don't see? Fucking dandruff. It's called self-care.
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With what, dish soap? It's not hair, it's your bone-fucking-dry scalp and your gross dead skin flakes.
[Still, it's not... awful to see the jerk actually laugh for once. Ugh. Ugh!! This is what Quentin gets for giving a shit, isn't it? For being a nice person? Who wants to have friends? No good deed goes unpunished. He bends his head forward ever so slightly and gently ruffles his own hair. In like, an aesthetically tousled way, obviously. You think these curls just happen? Think again, buster.]
Look, this is hair. You know what you don't see? Fucking dandruff. It's called self-care.