#carnagedevourer

You see this body? It’s allllll his~

     Without any sort of warning, the Reaper’s hair was being invaded by the weapon’s fingers in a vain attempt to flatten it. Over and over the white hair was forced to press down as flat as it could go, only to bounce back up in its natural position. Ragna was left dumbfounded by both the suddenness of it all and the constant attempts after each failure. A surprised expression soon turned quizzical, followed by mild annoyance. Over and over she felt through every strand of hair she could reach, the owner doing his best to keep still and wait for her to give up.

     Once the hands finally retreated, Ragna let out a half-hearted growl to sum up his annoyance thus far. The only way his hair would stay down is with a lot of water, and even then that would only be a temporary solution. But apparently, even those closest to him can’t fathom that his hair style is natural– what’s a guy gotta do to get a point across?!