"Uh . . . okay," Dom looked at him. Something was off. "And yeah, my hair's naturally curly. It looks horrible."

He stepped past Tory, moving to his room.

"Tell the rents I'll be down in a bit. I need to change and straighten my hair."

He closed the door behind him, dropping the towel to the floor. He glanced in the mirror. Yeah, the curls were still horrid. In theory they wouldn't look bad if he grew his hair out. But they didn't fit with the punk--

But yeah, he was clean now. Still, they weren't him. He pulled on a pair of pants and moved to return to the bathroom. He needed the hairdryer and straightener that were in the bathroom.

His old friends used to call him a girl for how long it took him to get ready in the morning. But none of them had a head of hair like his either. It was already starting to frizz a bit too. Annoying. Maybe he should seriously consider shaving it all off. Much less trouble.

Tory was still standing in the hallway.

"Uh . . . did you need something else?"