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Because they just are.

[The answer will drive him insane, but she honestly doesn't have a better one. 8|]

That is not a satisfactory answer.

[So there. Also.]

Dresses have less fabric.

[So clearly they'd be less difficult.]

Dresses have to actually fit a person's body instead of making someone look homeless.

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I do not look homeless.

[He's not entirely sure why he cares to argue this, but he will.]

If you don't cut your hair soon, you'll run into walls.

[It hasn't happened in awhile. Rei is waiting for it.]

[He glances up slightly, his hair officially too long to stand on end anymore and now curling over slightly at the tips, long enough he can actually see it.]

You could cut it.

That requires you sitting still for longer than three seconds at a time and you keeping your mouth shut.

Are you up to the task?

[Challenge accepted.]

I have done far more difficult than that.

[... sigh.]

Then I can do that for you, sure.

[Clearly that means now, so here, have an angel leaning into your room.]

[Rei has a mess of red on her lap, scowling down at it. It's not a bright red, but more reserved, and subdued -- but still very much Rei. It's her favorite color for a reason. Even if that reason might be slightly pre-destined.

But at Cas leaning into her room, she looks up with a blink, before frowning at him, and asks -- the most relevant question.]

You are going to this thing, right?

[So if this blows up in her face, Rei can at least hang out with him.]

[Castiel just looks at her at the question, stepping into the room fully to simply lean back against the wall just inside.]

Jo has insisted I intend. Enduring this event will be less trying than arguing with her.

[Jo Harvelle was far more intimidating than a party.]

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[She looks slightly more relieved, at that, and smooths out the dress in her lap.]

This whole thing seems like a giant pain. Why do the girls have to do all the work? It's annoying.

You don't have to do any of this.

[Just reminding her. She's the one who wants to wear a dress.]

I got asked by someone, I can't look like an idiot.

[It's a pride thing, tyvm. 8| But Rei sighs and folds up the fabric before getting up, dusting off her jeans.]

Come on, let's make you look acceptable.

[Okay. He understands now that humans like to look pretty simply for the sake of it.

That is why he's here for a haircut, after all.]

What should I do?

Sit down in that chair over there.

[She's finding her scissors in a drawer, pausing in her search to pin up her own hair, so that it doesn't get in the way.]

I need to cut mine, too... alright --

[And she turns, totally confident.]

How short do you want it?

[He sits down where indicated, though he's already fidgeting slightly, watching as Rei moves around. At her question, though, he's baffled a moment. How short does he want it? He reaches up to his hair, feeling by hand how long it should be, and indicates it to Rei.]

Like this.

[Not too difficult, then, and she pauses to find an old sheet to wrap around him, so his hair didn't get everywhere in the process of making Castiel not look homeless.

And, without much warning, she set to work. She takes some comfort in that Castiel just sort of -- messes up his hair and doesn't really pay much attention to it otherwise, so this should be pretty easy.

Hopefully.]

[It's pretty true. Castiel's hair usually looks like some strange cross of bedhead and purposefully spiked, but it's how it stand naturally, and it's pretty forgiving of an uneven cut.

And like she thinks, it's not as though Castiel would notice anyway.]

How long will this take?

[Yes, he's lasted about twenty seconds of not fidgeting.]

Ten seconds if you want your head shaved.

[And she snips the scissors close to one of his ears, as a warning to keep his mouth shut and stop fidgeting, or else.]

[He doesn't even flinch, not at all concerned that she would actually do anything.]

You don't have the necessary equipment to do such a thing.

[Just saying. He shifts a leg, uncomfortable sitting on the chair--he prefers things like counter and other such that aren't actually built for sitting on--and moves a hand... Only to find out he can't. The sheet Rei had wrapped around him to keep the trimmed hair from getting on his clothes had tightened of it's own volition, pinning him in place.

He hates this event.]

Rei.

I'm not going to go any faster, Cas, you're just going to have to find it in your heavenly patience to sit still.

[It's said in a mutter, focused on her work. She hasn't quite noticed that Cas can't move just yet.]

I am sitting still.

[It might be slightly displeased sounding, as he finds that wow, this sheet is a lot stronger than it should be and he's really stuck.]

I don't have any other choice.

[And now his tone is a little more obvious. Sure, he's supposed to sit still, but he really doesn't like actually being forced to even though it's only been about ten seconds and it's not hurting him or anything.]

You're right, you don't, because if you move, I'll mess up and you'll look stupid.

[She still hasn't quite noticed that Castiel literally couldn't move, and she moves to stand in front of him, to get rid of the bangs that were beginning to form.]

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