Darcy raises a half-wrapped hand to their own buzzed head, running a calloused finger through the bristles. Maybe it's a little overacted, but they try and convey the subtle horror of having to consider something they've never thought about before.

"I mean- obviously there has to be some-" sort of vaguely gestures, "he's never-" they've gotta get Skulduggery looped into this as soon as possible, this is too fucking funny.

"Can you just-" and they tug their unfinished hand-wrap from their hand, retrieving their phone conspicuously as they duck outside the gym.