Reyson has a kind of elegant dignity to him even in their so ordinary setting. If anything, Yoshiki thinks it might be enhanced by being so incongruous, the way he's stepped from whatever fantastical world he came from into this seemingly mundane one making him shine like an opal in the mud.

That's why Yoshiki can't help but be taken back by the idea of him being mistaken for a system administrator, which is maybe one of the least magical jobs Yoshiki can think of.

"But your hair is so long," he blurts, then looks aghast at himself, ducking his head and running his hand over his face, "Just- if you're workin' in an office, don't they have a dress code?"

Because that's the obvious hang up here. Hair length.