Hey There Slim, Time for a Trim

[ginger_firebird]

Modesty became him, even when he was wearing new and sharp lines in his clothes. High-waisted trousers cinched tight about his waist, pinning a high-necked shirt under a frilled sleeved blouse. It was never too tight or too loose, but rather, a healthy mixture of textures that left him feeling comfortable, even while walking around in a muted pair of flats. The headscarves that hid his head had once been form-fitting against his scalp, but now it bulged out against some hidden force. His hands went up every so often to set something back underneath the floral cloth. He was a man on a mission this day.

The display was for electric razors. Those who knew Mantis would be left to wonder what he would need such things for, given his pokemon and catwing had no need for such things, nor did Mantis ever have more than a closely shaved scalp. Across the way in the store, Yaga and Francour were having a merry little adventure. They concerned themselves with the great multitude of interesting accessories that were meant for the human head. Clips shaped like butterflies and desserts enticed Francour while Yaga had long procured a scrunchie pack for the sake of practicing his hunting skills.

At last, Mantis held up two different razors, still tucked in their boxes. He looked between the wording on the boxes and displays and sighed. Always so complicated. It was needless, really.

“I guess this is what I get for shaving my head for so long. How am I supposed to make a choice when these all look the same?”