There are two ways to handle balding: let it all go, or cling desperately to what you have left. Greg didn't spend all those years growing it out to give it up easily, no matter how absurd he ended up looking.

Shotaro, on the other hand, looked on pretty much the opposite end of the absurdity spectrum. Greg didn't think he'd ever seen the mayor dressed this nice, with a hat and everything. Way fancy.

He answered with a shrug, as casual as possible when the world around you has gone to rainbow smoke and you might be losing your mind or something and monsters were due to show up soon. "Well, I've been worse. You, uh, know what any of this is?" All that shouting didn't make the odds promising, but it was worth a shot.