I swear this place must have some kind of bizarre grudge against my hair. I keep half-expecting it to just fall out at this point. And at least I've got the right equipment to get the job done myself. Kinda wish I still worked at that barber shop, though. I'd make a fortune off this thing.
You and
you. C'mere, we're gonna get this over with.
Rem-san, thanks for helping me finish off the rest of that beer. But if anyone asks, nothing happened. At all. Got it?
... Hmm... Come to think of it, I think I'm back down to two jobs. Maybe I could shovel snow off sidewalks? I'd be doing the city a service and making decent scratch all in one go!