She then kneels down on the ground and starts collecting my cut hair in her palm. Well, I did tell her that she could keep it, but I didn't think she would literally collect every single thread…
I watch her scavenge for a good five minutes before she finally straightens her back. Her civilian attire's pockets are all filled to the brim with my discarded hair… Her puffed clothes are a bizarre sight to say the least once you know their contents.
Well, as I like to say, you do you, my dearest Blossom. If this makes her happy, what reason do I have to object?
