[Manabu's not very familiar with the intimacy that grooming brings along anymore; he's always wriggled free of his mother's grasp as a kid when the hairbrush came out, only tied down for special occasions. if put on the spot, he couldn't begin to recall the last time someone else had brushed or washed his hair for him.

...he hopes that didn't happen in that lab.

Manabu murmurs the instructions to himself even while he's doing them, reminding himself to cover every area -] Like putting down a precoat... [-and the further he gets along, the less like hair it looks to him.

once he's gotten to the last of the mixture:] That...should be it. It has to sit for thirty minutes, it says. Then you wash it out. Okay?