You like? I didn't think you'd notice.

[Suguru flips his hair coquettishly, matching Satoru's faux shy vibe and laughs. he's never thought much about the hair. the old tsar has always told him not to cut it short which, ugh, such a nuisance. hearing Satoru say he likes it is... it's nice.

for a moment he feels like nothing has changed and it threatens to show on his face so he turns his attention back to the dream.]

What in the world is your brain going through in slumber? What are those creatures even?