[It's admittedly rather odd, having Ren so close to him when he's in nothing but towel, but Akechi only permits himself a cursory glance over the other boy's body -- looking for injuries, he tells himself -- before returning to his primary objective.

He tugs his gloves off and reaches across, tugging a lock of Ren's hair between his fingers not quite gently. It's not as fine as his own hair, and certainly much curlier.]

I don't know much about what's suited to your hair type, [he admits, grudgingly. It hadn't mattered, but he's trying to remember anything he might have read while researching what products were best for his own. It's unfair how soft it is, considering Ren doesn't seem to take care of it at all. Unbelievable.

Ren's treated to another derisive scowl as he turns and pulls two bottles out of the basket, holding them out for Ren to take.]

At least try using something like this. Shampoo, then conditioner. let the conditioner sit in your hair for at least a few minutes, will you? Honestly, what kind of leader...

[The last part is mostly mumbled to himself, though intentionally loud enough for Ren to hear as he turns back to keep searching for the Perfect Product for his own hair.]