Adain and Talon spent the rest of the evening sorting out delicate issues. The biggest problem was attending classes. Through many difficulties and a slew of old family connections, Adain was re-enrolled temporarily as his non-existent sister, 'Niada'...at least, until they figured out a way to dispel the curse. When they finally were back at the apartment, Talon caught sight of Adain holding up his long ponytail in one hand and one of his salon scissors in the other. "Hey, don't do anything too rash," He said as he plucked the scissors out of his hands. "How many times do I have to tell you that what you do to one body might affect the other and, in the end, could end up being permanent damage?"

Adain frowned when Talon took the scissors out of his hand. "Give those back!" He huffed as he tried vainly to take the scissors back. Blasted blond and his height. "Girls can have short hair too!" He complained. He sighed when he noted that the other man hesitated to hand the scissors back over. Then, an idea occurred to him. "Hey, if you're so worried about it, why don't you cut it for me? Isn't that what best friends are for?"

Talon took a deep breath as he considered it. He worked at a salon on weekends, so cutting and styling his friend's hair for free felt like a chore. But he knew that Adain would do whatever he felt like doing with or without his help. 

"Fine," the blond conceded.

He tugged the shorter man into the bathroom and sat him backward on the toilet seat, tying a towel around his neck. "We will have to donate this mass..." He murmured as he began to carefully cut the long black hair. Afterward, he sprayed the remaining hair down. Adain had always preferred close cuts, so Talon was relieved that girls currently used such hairstyles. However, he made sure to give him sweeping bangs just in case. Adain's face didn't change much from one gender to another, so Talon wanted to ensure that the hairstyle neutrally flattered his face.

"There." The blond said when he was finally finished, placing the electric trimmer back in its place. His fingers gently tucked Aid's bangs to the side and slid down the shorter man's face. "Feel better now?"

"Much better," Adain replied with a relieved sigh. "Thanks, Tal." He ran his fingers through what was left of his hair. It was so much shorter, something he was thankful for. He looked in the mirror, and a smile formed on his face. "Guess I'm lucky to have a real barber around." His gaze shifted to the tied bundle of hair Talon set aside to donate. "I never wanna see all that damn mess again."

"We'll see what happens at sunrise," Talon warned as he swept up the rest. "On that note, you can shower first. I'll be in my room if you need me." Though their apartment had two bedrooms, it only had one bathroom.

Adain groaned, being reminded of what would happen again at sunrise. "Fine," he grumbled, heading for the shower so he could get washed up and get any hair that slipped down his shirt off of him.

Talon was relieved that, at the very least, all of this happened on a Friday. That would give Adain the rest of the weekend to adjust until their first class on Monday. The blond still hadn't figured out what he would say to explain Adain's absence. A family emergency? No, why would his newfound 'sister' be taking the classes for him? Perhaps...broken bones? A lot of broken bones?

Adain took a more extended shower than usual, hoping to calm his mind and relax. The warm water helped, but not as much as he had hoped. He got into his pajamas, just a t-shirt and bottoms, before going to Talon's room to bug him while he towel-dried his hair. "Got any ideas about any of this?"

"I'm more worried about how to keep you covered in everyday life," Talon replied. "Like how we're going to explain why your newfound 'sister' is taking over your classes for you...should we say you were diagnosed with a disease?" He asked. "Your grandfather and father are both looking for ways to dispel the curse, so I say we leave that part to them."

"Maybe I fell down some stairs, broke many bones, and am hospitalized?" Adain asked, not too sure himself. He frowned, though, his mind drifting back to the door. If he hadn't felt his mother's presence, he might have dropped any thoughts about going into that room ever again. But now he was even more curious, despite the curse.

Talon let out a snort. "Our minds do think alike. We'll just say you got into an accident and are undergoing operations and treatments for your broken bones." He concluded. The blond breathed deeply before forcing himself to broach the subject again. "In the meantime, you'll have to learn to adjust to your cursed form. I can't help you with things like adjusting your underwear...but I can be your punching bag if you feel overwhelmed again."

Adain groaned upon hearing him bring up the curse and his other form. "Greeeat, so for the things I actually need help with, I'm on my own." He concluded in a mumble before glancing back at Talon. "You better live up to that then, human punching bag."