"Lazy?! Do you know how long it takes to brush and style it every morning--"

Seriously, his coworkers could attest to him being a bit (a lot) of a bathroom hog. Luke obviously found nothing wrong with wearing his hair long either, it being common amongst noble men back home: a sign of wealth and status for men with enough time and servants to handle extensive grooming. He made certain the bangs were parted just so, the locks framing his face, effortlessly tousled...with quite a bit of effort, of course. And product.

At the note about the colour, he took a strand, examining the sun-bleached tip. He supposed it was a lovely vermillion, a shade too orange for ripe berries. Glancing back, he eyed the large Skarmory warily, ducking his head a bit every time the great beak came close. No matter how much like strawberries his hair was, it didn't excuse the monster taking a bite.

"And I don't care if he just hatched! I'm not a fruit, okay? And if we're going, let me drop by the Center first." He looked at her, petulant. "Unless you happen to have a revive for my knocked-out pokemon."