☼ take my hand

-]— ;; It is..? This unique form of attention outside of his actions was rarely met. At least when it steered from his physique and remained upon his hair of all things! Damn it, it sounds like this girl was having fun with it too. As if the hints of a hid away smile weren’t present. Now he felt a pinched embarrassed and complimented.

"You’re a weird one. Somethin’ tells me I need to let’cha know that first n’ foremost." Now her question could be answered.

"More often than not. Just like me, it does what it wants and proudly brandishes the spirit to do so. If anything my hair would hate the fancier occasions where I would have to gel it down."

            「 ♪ 」 ⇢ She can see the confusion in his visage, and it only fuels her amusement farther. The female means no harm, despite the grin upon her lips appearing to be teasing, but she does find it enjoyable how the other seems to be at a loss of how he should take her words.

    Minako lets out a laugh at his words, shoulders shrugging. ❝ Not the first time I've heard that, but hey! Thanks. ❞ Uniqueness was always welcome in her book, so the brunette takes his comment with open arms. 

     “Of course." While she was concerned, he gave it little mind. A uniform was a uniform, and one he rarely did away with at that. “I see little reason to wear anything else.”

-]— ;; “Gotta give you points on wanting to talk about the real things.” Maybe one would note the gentle lace of sarcasm. At least it was a harmless enough question to answer.

"Mild brushing but that’s just about it. It’d look like I came from the jungle if you seen it beforehand."

            「 ♪ 」 ⇢ ❝ Your hair is very important, ❞ comes the amused reply, head nodding, visage in an expression that indicates flattery (though, if it is real or feigned, it's difficult to tell).