The chemical composition of— [he stops, wrinkles his nose, eyebrows knitting together with thought then:] What if you sold or bartered it?
[perhaps make some kind of profit off the chemical? (that sounds so odd to put into one's hair.)
meanwhile, sizhui lowers his hand after senku looks up, hoping the gesture wasn't too weird or anything. he's genuinely just curious about why they go all the way down past his eyes, why they are there and yet serve no purpose.] They aren't from anything? Not injuries or scars?
no subject
[perhaps make some kind of profit off the chemical? (that sounds so odd to put into one's hair.)
meanwhile, sizhui lowers his hand after senku looks up, hoping the gesture wasn't too weird or anything. he's genuinely just curious about why they go all the way down past his eyes, why they are there and yet serve no purpose.] They aren't from anything? Not injuries or scars?