[He snorts as the towel ruffles his hair into a mess - albeit a dry one - and taps his mother's wrist. His head, hidden from the public by thick towel folds, dips sheepishly.]
I can dry my own hair, y'know.
And it's fine. Really. I'm just getting into the holiday spirit, not running off to join a murder cult. Promise.
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[He snorts as the towel ruffles his hair into a mess - albeit a dry one - and taps his mother's wrist. His head, hidden from the public by thick towel folds, dips sheepishly.]
I can dry my own hair, y'know.
And it's fine. Really. I'm just getting into the holiday spirit, not running off to join a murder cult. Promise.