Ren always did love long hair for one reason or another. He wasn’t quite sure why, but it was usually just because he found girls with long hair more attractive. Just a simple preference he had—not that short hair wasn’t anything bad. His free hand gracefully moved out and took a few strands, letting it fall as he pulled away carelessly.
“Well, I can’t exactly say that. Some are probably worse than those girls. Ugly thoughts lead to an ugly face, right?” Again, his tone made the words sound acceptable to say as he tilted his head, a smile replacing the smirk on his lips.
"It’s so nice to hear that the rest of your farm animals are more humble," she said politely, though the sarcasm laced with the sentence was painfully obvious. "Did you lock them up in the barn on your trip here?"
She’d spent less then five minutes in this guys presence, but she already decided that she had a strong dislike of him. He seemed like the type that anyone and everyone would flock too - a genuine Casanova who probably offered sweet lines and flowers to his admirers.
The thought of it all made her stomach churn.
His next statement might of made her laugh had it been in another situation. Ugly thoughts lead to an ugly face, right? How would he feel if he knew that she had fallen into that category not too long ago? She’d been perfecting her appearance and her outside personality for years, all with the lurking intention of dashing others hopes and stealing Kazehaya away.
And now, when she’d finally accepted herself and her defeat, she felt that looks meant absolutely nothing — her brash personality would shine through and she’d probably just be alone until someone settled for it.
"Hm," she hummed, giving no real acknowledgement to the question and she took a step back to avoid him reaching for her hair again. "Perhaps."
Really — this guy had no idea about personal space, did he?
"I’m guess you’re what one would call a wolf in sheep’s clothing."