"This poor guy, bein' you guys' neighbor, huh?" He laughs as there's squawks about the way he's worded that, the children immediately pointing out that they've not seen him around. Duo is of course loathe to say out loud that he lives in Wyver these days and instead shrugs, palms to the sky. "Listen, when you look like me you gotta have your ways, yeah? How's all this hair supposed to just go away?"
He certainly isn't going to cut it all off without some kind of crazy reasoning, after all. If he's made it through a war with a good five feet of hair hanging off of his head there's no way a war on Nysa is going to convince him to cut his hair off. Due for a trim soon, yes, but definitely no major changes on the horizon. The long haired boy listens dutifully to the eldest girl, nodding and offering his commiseration about being kept inside for far too long. Of course he hadn't stayed indoors during that whole ordeal, but he'd been a child kept inside due to unrest.
"Well, at least you got kept in with your family, yeah? Could be worse." He smiles, ruffling the young girl holding his braid's hair to make her let go before he casually flicks the length on to his shoulder, a subtle way of saying he was done with having his hair handled.
"This kinda thing happened at home for me and they kept me in the Sanctuary for two days. I think I about climbed the length of a stained glass window out of boredom." That had gotten him a good whack from the sister, but had been fun at the time. The mention of the Sanctuary seems to spur the children on, though, asking if he'd been one of the ones kept inside of this Sanctuary, and Duo quickly remembers to back track. "Oh, no, not that Sanctuary. Another one kinda like.. the temples around here I'm sure you guys go to sometimes."
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"This poor guy, bein' you guys' neighbor, huh?" He laughs as there's squawks about the way he's worded that, the children immediately pointing out that they've not seen him around. Duo is of course loathe to say out loud that he lives in Wyver these days and instead shrugs, palms to the sky. "Listen, when you look like me you gotta have your ways, yeah? How's all this hair supposed to just go away?"
He certainly isn't going to cut it all off without some kind of crazy reasoning, after all. If he's made it through a war with a good five feet of hair hanging off of his head there's no way a war on Nysa is going to convince him to cut his hair off. Due for a trim soon, yes, but definitely no major changes on the horizon. The long haired boy listens dutifully to the eldest girl, nodding and offering his commiseration about being kept inside for far too long. Of course he hadn't stayed indoors during that whole ordeal, but he'd been a child kept inside due to unrest.
"Well, at least you got kept in with your family, yeah? Could be worse." He smiles, ruffling the young girl holding his braid's hair to make her let go before he casually flicks the length on to his shoulder, a subtle way of saying he was done with having his hair handled.
"This kinda thing happened at home for me and they kept me in the Sanctuary for two days. I think I about climbed the length of a stained glass window out of boredom." That had gotten him a good whack from the sister, but had been fun at the time. The mention of the Sanctuary seems to spur the children on, though, asking if he'd been one of the ones kept inside of this Sanctuary, and Duo quickly remembers to back track. "Oh, no, not that Sanctuary. Another one kinda like.. the temples around here I'm sure you guys go to sometimes."