Not a tuft, a small cluster of feathers, and the damn things never lie flat. Most people assume they're not natural, so there's no reason to pluck them out...

There's that faint almost-smile again. He's certainly not bothering to play the part of someone happy. Maybe he's lost his touch. "Lord King Too-Tall Kuja." he corrects, not harsh about it. "There really was a Lord King in one of the cities of Gaia. Don't you think that's ridiculous?"