"I can see it now! Short man stares angrily at the general populace for no reason other than to apparently amass a strange amount of attention to his hair! For the sake of your hair sir, I feel as though you’d be worth reading about!"
Casually, she takes multiple pictures. Flash on.
”.. You are an annoyance, child. And put that blasted thing away. It’s an eyesore.”
As calm as he was, he could only take so many flashes before he began making threats. And then started following through with said threats. Brows furrowed deeply as he turned his face away, trying his best to ignore the intrusive young woman.
"Come now, come now! No need to get so upset! Besides, I think I'm older than you, sir."
Setting the camera down, Aya grins-- placing her hands on her hips. "Your hair just looked so interesting, I couldn't help but take pictures! And who knows? If you tell me about it, maybe you and your hair will become famous!"














