![]() Bobby needed a longer time to prepare for work due to his sometimes unruly mane.“It’s much more manageable than it used to be,” she offered.“That’s because I never washed it like the degenerate bastard of a child that I was,” he countered, taking the comb to his bangs. It was parted to the side and fell in curls around his face, neck, and back, courtesy of a generous amount of conditioner and combing.“This friggin’s rat’s nest,” he mumbled, unclipping a few hairs from behind his ears, “takes a hundred years to brush through.”Chloe grinned. Chloe would describe his hair as full and thick. Bobby shook his head and held out his hands, staring at his reflection in the mirror, scrutinizing his appearance.His hair was no longer a matted haven for insects and germs as it was in his youth. He shoved his fingers through his hair, flicking it up much like how a cat’s fur would bristle in anger. He combed through it, detangling any stray knots he missed in the shower and cursing under his breath whenever he found a new one.Flipping his head back, he dropped the comb onto the laminate countertop. Long strands of slightly frizzy and wet orange hair fell over his shoulders. It seemed like they would need a few extra minutes to get ready for work as Bobby struggled to tame his hair.Dressed in his Psychonauts uniform like his girlfriend, he was bent over in the bathroom. With her cursor hovering over the send button, she was about to shoot her superior an e-mail when Bobby grunted, and she watched him tear a wide comb through his curly hair, sounding as if he was pulling it right out of his scalp. ![]() She was sitting on their bed cross-legged with a laptop set between her knees. Dammit.”Her boyfriend’s grumbling distracted Chloe.
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