[ He listens, letting her take the comb. Shifting, Royce just... waits for her to direct him, since he figures she'll do a better job of cutting his hair than he will. He doesn't know what she needs him to do; all of Royce's hair cuts in the past have been him hacking at it clumsily in the mirror. ]
... How old are they? [ Royce doesn't know what to do with kids, a lot of the time, but he'd try. ]
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... How old are they? [ Royce doesn't know what to do with kids, a lot of the time, but he'd try. ]