"Noll~ Are you done yet?" Gene pouted at him in the mirror.
"Hold still," Noll said gruffly. "Or else I'll cut your ears off."
Gene crossed his arms. "Fine. But don't take too long on that last bunch. You always take too long."
"At least I try not to make it uneven like you did on my hair," Noll muttered under his breath as he measured Gene's hair by the lines of his finger before cutting what he presumed is about one centimeter. He put down the scissors on a table beside him and examined his work.
Their haircut was always the same; it was one of their tricks on how they could get away switching classes and pretending to be the other twin. Their fringes should be long enough to cover their entire forehead and a little of their eyelids. Half of their ears should be covered too. The hair on their nape should be cut just half an inch above their collars.
"Tsk. You could really be a barber if all else fails," Gene commented as he turned his head left and right in the mirror and patted off little hairs on his shoulders and nape.
"But it doesn't." Noll frowned. "So? Would you want me to help you shave too?"
"No way. You nicked me last time." Gene glared.
"You always nick yourself anyway."
"Well, then let me fix your haircut." Gene stood and grabbed the scissors before Noll took it away.
Noll's jaw tightened. "No. I'll let Father do it. You might make me look like I have a dome on my head again."
Gene grinned sheepishly. "You mean a half coconut shell. But then I let you give me the same haircut, and you didn't mind it much."
Noll narrowed his eyes. "Idiot."
"Idiot scientist." Gene laughed. "Come on, Noll~ Sit down and let me cut it properly. I promise I'll behave."
They stared at each other—Noll, disapprovingly, and Gene, jovially. For years, they'd been like this: seemingly arguing but not truly arguing at all. It's always the little things. Would that it'd always be little things. The messy Gene was usually trouble, but then trouble Noll was not exempted from; the latter could create as much (or more) chaos as the former.
Shrugging and sighing, Noll said, "All right. Do it well." He sat before the mirror, glaring at his twin.
"Yay~" Gene snipped at the air in celebration. "Better hold still, or I might have to kiss you again. En garde."
Don't you dare, Noll sent through their link and shot him a withering look, but Gene only whistled Pachelbel's Canon in D Major. Unbeknownst to the idiot scientist, he'd soon started tapping his fingers on his lap along with Gene's tune. At some point, he had even hummed a little, but Gene didn't tell him that.
XDXDXDXD~nya~
"Papa? You stopped?"
Scissors held aloft, Noll blinked and gazed at the little devil looking up at him. The imp was sitting on a stool too high for his own feet to reach the ground. His hair wasn't black, but a dark brown. Still, the boy took after his father and uncle in more ways than one.
"Daydreaming about Mama again?" The seven-year-old raised an eyebrow.
Lips twitching, Noll responded, "Perhaps." Then he let the corners of his mouth lift up.
Mai would blush when the imp reported it.
Whistling that nostalgic melody, he gathered his son's strands and snipped away to the puzzlement of Mai when she brought them tea, scones, and clotted cream.
XDXDXDXDXD~nya~
A/N: This was inspired by a Q&A with the author of GH. XD I got tempted heheee as you know how I always do. :P
