Isa chuckled at the mental image of Cloud in hair clips. Little bendy metal barrettes pinning his hair down, with little flicks of it still sticking up despite his best efforts.

"You're better off keeping it as it is now. Or wearing a hat, if you can find one that will fit all that hair under it."

He glanced over to the giant dog plush. "I don't know. We don't really have much furniture yet. But he can hang out on my bed when I'm not sleeping." It would also be there when he's sleeping, but he wasn't about to admit that out loud to someone he's only just met.