He stands up from his seat and accepts the jar. “How much for the haircut and the dye?”

“Thank you.” While he's embarrassed, he wouldn't say no to free stuff. “Pfft, why wouldn't I be okay? I should be the one asking you that, seeing as you're nothing but a hand right now.”

For the first time since they started talking again, User smiled. “Thank you, bro. I appreciate it. And you, especially you. ...Anyways, how do I apply this dye? Does this work like the regular one?”

Squints. Immense Distrust. “Just tell me. I can do it myself.”

“You're making me want to just flush the dye down the toilet bowl and buy a normal one.”

Yaaaawn.

“...Um. I think it turned out pretty well.”

“I suppose it /is/ a little jarring to see myself with red hair.”

“I-It suits me, though. Right...?”

HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOO. DEMONS, TAKE ME.

“No! Please, I'm broke.”

“...” INHALES. “This is a verbal conversation, sir-.”

Unimpressed. “Uh-huh.”

See you again in a hundred years!