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Elan wiped the steam from the mirror with a hand towel. A thin sheen of water hung on his bare chest and arms as he glanced in the mirror, frowning slightly. His hair was becoming quite long, him having forgone a trim until after he returned, the present trouble unanticipated.
After a few moments, he began to slice off the most prominent split-ends. The caustic cleaning solutions for hair were not nearly gentle enough, though his hair still maintained a reasonable quality of softness and body.
Shaking his head, he set down the scissors, and began to pull his hair back, holding it with a small stretchy holder for hair that he had procured from Shelley's materials. After several attempts, he finally found the look that he was satisfied with.
After a few moments, he began to slice off the most prominent split-ends. The caustic cleaning solutions for hair were not nearly gentle enough, though his hair still maintained a reasonable quality of softness and body.
Shaking his head, he set down the scissors, and began to pull his hair back, holding it with a small stretchy holder for hair that he had procured from Shelley's materials. After several attempts, he finally found the look that he was satisfied with.