People holding Bibles bustled as they filed out. Gyugyu waved at those who sent him a smile, but once the crowd dispersed, he slumped into his seat, melting like wax. At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit approached with a displeased expression.

“Sit up straight.”

“I was sitting straight just a moment ago~”

“And what’s with that hair color? How are you supposed to set an example like that?”

“Why, isn’t it cute~?”

“Cute? You look like a delinquent. Cut your hair properly!”

“What’s wrong with it~? These days, you need something memorable to survive. Don’t you think it looks nice?”

Gyugyu cupped his chin with his hands in a flower pose. His father snorted in disapproval and turned away, walking off into the distance. His mother, coughing lightly, chuckled softly.

“Well, it is nice. Just don’t dye it too much; you’ll ruin your hair.”

“Yes, ma’am.”@@novelbin@@

Gyugyu responded with a drawl. His mother sighed, watching his father disappear from sight.

“That man… Still, try to understand him, okay? The world’s a scary place right now. He’s worried about you.”

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