[Luke stands in the doorway as Asch prepares some toast, staring down at the fist which still holds the long mane of hair. It's like a part of himself died... Maybe that's why he hasn't let it go yet. Or maybe he just doesn't know what to do with it.
Regardless... He knows he must look like a mess without it. It's... It takes some courage to ask Asch this, seeing how he really only trusted two people with taking care of his hair, one who was kidnapped and one who was gone.]
Asch? Could you... help me cut the rest of my hair?
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Regardless... He knows he must look like a mess without it. It's... It takes some courage to ask Asch this, seeing how he really only trusted two people with taking care of his hair, one who was kidnapped and one who was gone.]
Asch? Could you... help me cut the rest of my hair?