Alec snorted. "For boy hair," he repeated. Descriptive. If he let his grow out anymore, it didn't get shaggy like normal boy hair. It started to curl and looked really stupid, so... he just didn't let it grow out. At the boarding school, it had been cut short, close to his scalp, but by the time Willow Brook had found him, it had been back to it's normal length. "That's genetics," he said. "I've gone an entire month using bar soap. Texture doesn't change worth shit." He'd gone without washing it before too, when he didn't really have someone to live right before Willow Brook. But that wasn't the kind of thing you told a girl you wanted to kiss, obviously.