[Something as luxurious as a salon could never exist back home on Aionios. There was precious little time to spend on pampering and personal care, so Noah couldn't help but be curious about what goes on in such an establishment. He could do with a trim, but...

Ah. Closed, is it? The long, green-haired person molding themselves to the unyielding door suggests as much. Noah approaches them and peers into the salon, a candle faintly burning within, but it seems they're out of luck. No hair treatments for our longhaired pretty boys today.]

Are you not worried about what they might do if they catch you trying to jimmy the door open?

[If Noah had hair well past his ass, he might be desperate enough to try to break into a salon too.]

If you need help untangling your hair, I don't mind lending a hand.