Sage threw the merman a slightly amused glance. "Alcohol. Knocks you out like there's no tomorrow," he noted in a dry sort of amused tone, plopping down on the edge of the platform heavily and letting his head rest in his hands. He probably looked a mess - hungover, slept on a desk so his hair was tangled and honestly not something he had the energy to deal with, and his eyeliner was probably smudged everywhere, but he supposed he didn't care very much.

"Hm. You should try grinded down coral," he muttered, reading his arms and head on the platform. "Lemme untangle your hair it's bothering me," he muttered lifting himself up to sit on the platform.

Sage raised an eyebrow slightly at Remy, chuckling softly. "Isn't coral like....endangered," he mused, surprised when he lifted himself onto the platform. "Only if you stay up here and let me help you figure out how to use those legs of yours," he noted, shifting into a better position for the merman to work on his hair. "Good luck though, I've given up on it," he noted as he worked at getting the hair tie out.

"It has to be bleached to be grinded. Bleached coral is already dead," he rolled his eyes, gently working at untangling the man's hair. Remys got tangled all the time as he was constantly underwater, so his hair, was nice and easy. Remy didn't even use a brush, he got through the knots nice and easy, painlessly.