"... What happened to your hair?"
"D-Darling… I’m not entirely sure," He stammered lowly, fingering through the untamed mane idly.
"You're not sure?" His head tilted slightly to the side, Kurapika reached out, gently taking a lock between his fingers.
"... It wasn't nearly this long when I last saw you." This is what you get for being a deadbeat, Kurapika.
















