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Kikyou stared for a moment. How did he stand it just hanging there all dirty and unkempt, why didn't he put it up or something?

She wondered if he even ever washed it. You couldn't tell with the color, and she had never really checked.

She hated how men would just let theirs just hang out there, all...all…hanging. Women had right mind to keep theirs trimmed and back out of harms way. But…it was so annoying that he would just let it go to the waste like that!

"Suikotsu, brush your hair," she finally said quietly.

Raising an eyebrow, the brown haired man in question laughed and nodded. "Okay, Miss Kikyou…"

What could she say? Messy hair was annoying.