[It would! If Dan Heng had any significant experience with teens....March is more chipper, and Orion (Trailblazer MC)....was. Well. Does he even count as a teen?? Hunter's attitude does read as less mature to him, at least, but not in an off putting way. In fact he's more put off at LILITH itself for conscripting someone who looks about ready to topple over in exhaustion? Or maybe it's because of the work they require...]
I see. Well met, then, Hunter. And I apologize. I come from a place with people who are...very long lived, and thus it is difficult for me to tell age at a glance. I am Dan Heng. [He gives a little bow of a greeting, then goes to stand when Hunter tells him to follow. Dan Heng...makes sure to clean up the hair he did manage to cut.] Yes, I imagine I cannot afford something like that as of yet. It's just as well; the cut doesn't need to be good, just. [Not this.] ...Thank you. [He will follow.]
[The bird flutters over, singing its little tune. Dan Heng can't help smiling softly, holding up the back of his hand to land on if the creature so wished.] And who might you be, little one?
[He remembers fondly how Jing Yuan always seemed to be covered in little birds. None were this striking red, however. Or...missing an eye...scarred like his companion, it looks like. Poor thing.]
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I see. Well met, then, Hunter. And I apologize. I come from a place with people who are...very long lived, and thus it is difficult for me to tell age at a glance. I am Dan Heng. [He gives a little bow of a greeting, then goes to stand when Hunter tells him to follow. Dan Heng...makes sure to clean up the hair he did manage to cut.] Yes, I imagine I cannot afford something like that as of yet. It's just as well; the cut doesn't need to be good, just. [Not this.] ...Thank you. [He will follow.]
[The bird flutters over, singing its little tune. Dan Heng can't help smiling softly, holding up the back of his hand to land on if the creature so wished.] And who might you be, little one?
[He remembers fondly how Jing Yuan always seemed to be covered in little birds. None were this striking red, however. Or...missing an eye...scarred like his companion, it looks like. Poor thing.]