[Sync is eating up the redhead's annoyance; one simply can't pay for this sort of entertainment. ] I couldn't live with him.

[When he is released and joined on the bench, Sync relaxes a moment, nodding as Asch details that he hates everything. Since he apparently needs the practice, he sits up, looks at the redhead and mimics the motions off running his hands through his hair before retorting in Asch's voice.]

I have great hair! Better than that damn idiot. Who wears a stupid fringe like that?