Theodore
Craig leaned forward slightly listening to Ms Pernilla speak, a confused expression growing the more words emitted from her mouth. 

"If you go outside, and someone sees your hair - there's a strong chance no one is going to see you again. Ever."

*Silence* 

Craig sat, unsure of how he was supposed to react, the chattering in his head stopping abruptly. His head was in a state of clarity he had never experienced before and yet he wasn't able to comprehend what Ms Pernilla had said. 

"..." 

*"Well that sucks"*

A voice not belonging of the boy chimed, seemingly belonging to a strand of hair floating above his head. *"I mean like, surely there's something we can do 'bout that right?"* It huffed, extending its length to reach Ms Pernilla's side of the desk. 

*"We're not just doomed to isolation,"* It said through an exasperated laugh, *"Right?"*
Elwood
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As Pernilla went on about Craig's situation, Haoran couldn't help but shift in his seat as she sighed. There it was, that sudden shift in emotion. He couldn't help but find it confusing on why she wanted to smile previously, when it all led to the same ending: a sigh (was it out of pity of his roommate? Haoran could hardly tell), and then the news. The good news was not good news at all - only more of a 'it'll only get harder from here' type of statement, which kicked in Haoran's instinct to try to offer a solution. 

He could not. 

**"You need to understand that... You're... If you go outside, and someone sees your hair - there's a strong chance no one is going to see you again. Ever."**

Haoran frowned slightly as Craig fell into silence. Two suggestions came to mind almost instantly - one was that they could let Craig roam with heavy supervision. But that would need extra labor, and it didn't matter if he had supervision at all; the moment he'd be seeen was the moment he'd be locked up forever. Hats and beanies would hardly do much if his hair couldn't be controlled. The second was to consider chopping off his hair entirely, but he didn't know at what rate did Craig grow his hair, and such a procedure would probably need more parahumans.. If they were to have surgery, maybe, but that'd need parahumanic doctors as well..- Well, if Craig could control his hair adequately, then he could properly tuck them in under a hat of sorts, right?

It wasn't a definite answer. Not the concrete answer he was looking for. As he though, his gaze would bounce back from left to right, before one of the plant strands began to speak. 

*Is there? Is there something we can do about it?* 

**"We're not just doomed to isolation, right?"**

"Perhaps if by the time you graduate and you have absolute control over your hair, then it's up to how risk-agreeable the institution is. You *Could* Become faculty here if that is not an option." 

And just like a curve that didn't touch the axis, there was no real answer to the problem. It felt like a condition more than anything else, and that *Confused* Him, because left with the inability to solve the issue, Haoran was absolutely lost on what to do.
Andrew
Pernilla nodded in agreement with Haoran. Haoran was right, actually. Almost completely correct. "You know the risks, Craig. We can't stop you from going outside. I wouldn't want to make you lead a life like that, anyway. You deserve a decent life, same as anyone else, dear." She didn't seem to really notice that it wasn't quite Craig talking.

She kept her breaths slow and managed. Sipped her tea. Calm was important for talks like this. It was vital. She couldn't get upset. She couldn't be weak. She had to be the rock if no one else could be. "We're going to be working a lot on keeping your hair under control. You're going to have to be able to keep it down for hours on end. It's not going to be easy, but it'll be worth it. Your only other option is to never leave your home."

And there was one last thing. One last thing Pernilla hated to mention.

Pernilla liked her powers. They were part of her, and quite inseparable from her. They made her feel whole. But they weren't in the way like Craig's were. They didn't put her at risk, they gave her *Better* Options for self-defense. Craig was... Craig. Craig couldn't say the same. Craig's hair could get him killed, or worse.

"Very rarely, but occasionally, we find a way to change someone's powers, or get rid of them entirely. I can't guarantee anything, but... Would you want something like that, if we can find it?"