Isaac and garet arguing over hair for Awesome
"No way, man! It's definitely me!"
"Dude, you have got to be dreaming!"
"As if! Just look!"
"What the hell are you two arguing about!?" Ivan yelled, his focus broken from Isaac and Garet's bickering.
"Ivan will decide!" Garet announced, dragging the man in question away from his newest invention-in-the-making and over to a picture frame that Isaac was holding, "Ivan, just look!"
Ivan shook his head, prying his arm out of the moustached man's grip. Isaac stuck out the picture frame, which Ivan took curiously and looked down upon it. It was small painting of the nine of them shortly after the completion of their quest.
"What am I looking at here?" He asked, trying to understand if he was missing some detail they had taken insult to.
"Which of us has the bigger hair?"
"What?"
"Which of us has the bigger hair back then?" The two of them repeated.
Ivan stared at them, completely shocked. Two grown men, heroes to all of Weyard… were arguing… over who had bigger hair in their youth? What the hell? "Can I ask why the bloody hell you two even give a damn about the state of your hair thirty years ago? Afraid you're going bald?"
"This isn't a joke, Ivan!" Isaac argued, "This is an important matter of pride."
"Exactly. It's a well-known fact that the heroes with the bigger hair are always the better remembered and the ones who get all the ladies." Garet added in, nodding furiously with the blonde leader.
"You two have wives! And children with them at that!" Ivan yelled at them.
"Just answer us. It's me isn't it!? I mean, Isaac's is nowhere near as tall as mine was!"
"But mine went in more directions, it was more unruly and handsome in a heroic kind of way. His was too plain!"
"Guys, I really don't know, this is just stupid. Besides, both Felix and Piers have longer and more heroic hair than you."
"But length doesn't mean anything!"
"Which is bigger!?"
"Kraden's." Ivan answered quickly, pushing the picture back into their hands.
"WHAT!?" The two yelled, immediately taking to bad-mouthing Kraden's cheap weave as Ivan wandered off unnoticed.
"Idiots." He grumbled.
"Sheba! Get in here!"
Sheba groaned, having wondered how long it would take before she was called on.
"You decide! Who had the most beautiful hair, me or Mia?"
"Idiots." She grumbled.
Yeah... I was gonna do a bit more narration but mostly dialogue seemed to work so there you go. And I did debate quite a bit over what exactly Mia and Jenna would be arguing about... if you catch my meaning.
Hope you like it! (And sorry I'm so slow with these)