One Red Strand
Someone had-
Someone had been using his comb, he thought, picking it off the floor. He didn't have red hair, he was quite certain of that. His natural hair color was basically anything but red, and he hadn't dyed it recently.
Almost curious, but still with an air of seriousness that no one else could have pulled off quite so convincingly, he pulled out the one strand, blinking at it.
Well, he'd never quite figured the red head for using a comb, seeing how his hair was normally quite so-
"Good mornin'," came the mumble from the doorway. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a comb around here?"
Rufus looked up. "You could have asked," he replied. "They are normally kept in the lower left hand drawer of the cabinet, unless someone has moved them recently, a situation which I doubt would take place."
"Fucking know that already. Took me all of half an hour to find out." Running a hand through his hair- ruining any effect of the combing it had received, if that had even had an effect in the first place- Reno yawned.
"Anyway," he tried, managing not to look like a sleep deprived idiot (the sleep deprived part he managed to avoid, the idiot aspect he didn't), "what's for breakfast?"
"The toilet is over there," the President remarked, as he put the comb down on the bedside table. "I would suggest you shower first."
Both men looked at each other following the statement.
"So," Reno said, after a pause. "Wanna join in?"