[What is it about long hair that turned men into nothing more than swaggering peacocks. Anyway, since Kanesada's hair was longer still, Neji decided that the other must be sulking worse. Sulking. Stalling. Even he couldn't find it in himself to distinguish the two. Instead of standing around like a dunce, the shinobi's found himself with his arms crossed, sitting on a bench outside of those dressing rooms. Because, really, what dressing room hall didn't have a bench for the disgruntled to rest on. And disgruntled he was, but just watch him try to keep his tone polite anyway.] Just pick one. I've seen people go into two rooms before disappearing on their third try. There's obviously no penalty for it.

[Four self-identifying traits. Only two were present in the bold red signs above the actual dressing rooms. He's on to you, son.]