Gonna Make You Popular

”The... when I get told to do things, no one... cares how I look. Just that it’s done.” If anything, they wanted him to look exactly how he did. Grim, capable, dangerous. His hand twitched as Jiao pushed at his cuticles, not that Peter could feel much more than the pressure, but that was enough to make him want to pull his hand away all the more. Annoyance crossed Peters face at her confusion, almost enough to distract from the embarrassed colour brightening his cheeks and ears. ”Yes. The... the cieling!” The word burst out of him, louder than he meant, though Peter couldn’t be embarrassed about that as well. He was just happy he’d remembered. Now that his hands weren’t being worked on, Peter reached up, running fingers through the messy curls on top of his head. It would be a lie to say he’d ever put any thought into his hair. He tied it back when it was long enough for it, then cut it short with a knife once it grew past that. ”I’ve never...” He began, then paused, considering. ”M-maybe shaved?” He was wary of the scissors and razors in her hands, and warier still of giving her even an inch of support, but.... well, it did sound kind of cool. ”I want... I like, um... some, uh, hair?” Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.