Thank god that's over with already! Zelos raises to stand, stretches his arms over his head. It feels good to be back on his feet already. If he had to sit there for any longer he would've thrown a fit or something.

He's still pretty uncomfortable, but at least the enforced banter during the haircut is done with now, and soon enough they can be back on the road. For appearance's sake, though, Zelos twists on his heel and poses, one hand exaggeratedly gesturing at his hair as he laughs. "Well? How do I look?" he calls out, expectant and yet nervous. "Good enough to fool the authorities?"