[ iris stiffens in response, drawing up to his full height (a height he isn't familiar with, yet has no qualms about using to his utmost advantage right now). ]
It's not unkempt.
[ his gaze lands on it right now, sitting there on this his head in this stranger's body. he makes a brief face, hands twitching at his sides as he resists the urge to reach out and comb a few fingers through it. ]
no subject
It's not unkempt.
[ his gaze lands on it right now, sitting there on this his head in this stranger's body. he makes a brief face, hands twitching at his sides as he resists the urge to reach out and comb a few fingers through it. ]
It's — I didn't have a mirror in my room, okay??