MEDKIT—°.•[phighting]

As usual, the first-aid kit man worked late at the Blackrock lab. Tired, he returned home, lay down on his soft bed, and fell asleep instantly.
The next day arrived. First Aid Kit, as always, woke up and got dressed. And he was heading to Blackrock. He laid out his things on the table and began signing documents. The next day arrived. First Aid Kit, as always, woke up and got dressed. And he was heading to Blackrock. There he laid out his things on the table and began signing documents.
Then Subspace suddenly showed up at Medkit's office. Subspace brought new documents to sign. But it wasn't the documents that alerted Medkit, but Subspace's severely tousled hair. Medkit asked Subspace if she could brush her hair, but he declined.
And here he comes... Is it one o'clock? And First Aid Kit is sitting on the couch, combing Subspace's hair. He whines that it hurts a little, and First Aid Kit continues combing Subspace's hair.
"I didn't want to comb my hair, now be patient."
First Aid Kit muttered discontentedly, continuing to comb Subspace's hair.