Ah, wait. [Before Cliff could stand, Souji reached into the top of his kimono and pulled out a small pouch. From this, he took out a red woven hair tie before he put the pouch back. He scooted over and behind Cliff and, with practiced hands, gathered the longer strands of his hair together, tied them with the woven thread into a low ponytail. Satisfied that it would hold for a short time, he stood up and dusted his kimono off at the knees.]

There we go. If you ever need it cut, you can come see me. Or for those shoulders of yours. You're far too tense.