[At first, Emet-Selch isn't entirely sure what Vanitas is even pointing at, it was just so- simple. Mundane. Not an injury or any other alteration just... hair that had done as hair does, and grew out a bit.

And as soon as that sinks in (and as soon as 'Vanitas was fiercely protesting the growth of his own hair with mad shouts to the heavens' also sinks in), Emet-Selch is torn between laughing and just staring incredulously at him.

After a moment, laughter wins out, but it's actually more genuinely amused rather than mocking (well, maybe a little mocking). In any case, it doesn't last for very long, as any good humor on the Ascian's part never does.]

Well, if you already know, I won't waste my breath on informing you.

[That said, he leans in to inspect the offending growth, humming instead.]

You do realize there exist tools made to trim such obscenities.