"Plus, it's just hair." If he didn't like it, he could always grow it out, or re-dye it. Either way, Ripley gave a non-committal shrug. The topic of his own hair made him shake his head slowly.
"I think that was why they wanted pink." He was just as quiet and serious as he was now, except back then he tried harder to fit in, to be friendly enough to keep people coming back, while never giving much of himself to anything. He had found a good balance, but the façade had been hard to keep up; now, he didn't need to try, but it made him lonely. "I worked in an industry that frowned on different colours." Another small shrug, and he tilted his head to look at the pictures, as well as Chance.
"Then you should. You've got the opportunity now. May as well live a little." Especially since their time was short - something that this whole trip to the infirmary probably proved beyond a doubt. But all this talk of hair made him focus more on his own, and he lifted a hand to pinch some of his bangs, rubbing it lightly between his fingers.
"Old, you mean." White hair typically meant age, of course. "I think I need a hair cut."
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