"Hold still. If I mess up this eyeliner, you're going to look like a depressed raccoon instead of an aristocrat," the lead stylist said, dodging a half-hearted swat from Yang.
Yang, a man who had once leveled mountain ranges with a flick of his wrist, was currently being defeated by a pair of heated eyelash curlers.
"Leo, I feel... weird. Why is my hair pointing toward the heavens? It looks strange..."
"Really? You're overthinking things. It's a good hairstyle, which is in hype nowadays. You just don't realize it because you have been locked up for so long," Leo explained, admiring the transformation.
"Isn't that right?" he asked the Branch Manager, who could only play along.
After all, the hairstyle wasn't really in trend. However, it did look better than the old style of fried hair that was hanging down Yang's shoulder like he had come out of a cave.
