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In Which Lowell Gets His Hair Cut
Lowell was not in a happy situation.
Most would think he was used to it by now, as since dating a woman like Syrenne usually meant craziness.
But in rare instances, he just couldn't take it.
"You want me to do what!?" Lowell shouted, horrified.
Syrenne glared at him, "Your hair. Get it cut."
"But…but…it's too beautiful to be cut!" Lowell put his hands on his hair protectively. The blonde man couldn't believe Syrenne's nerve!
Syrenne rolled her eyes, "I think it'd look better if it were shorter."
"Really?" Lowell abruptly stopped his whining. He stood thoughtfully for a few moments in their apartment before snapping out of his trance, "No! I won't let your feminine charm seduce my good judgment!"
"You know you two, I'm still here," Dagran yawned from their couch.
Lowell and Syrenne jumped, startled. They had forgotten he was there.
"Dagran, don't you think it'd look better if his hair was shorter?" Syrenne leaned down to get eye level with Dagran.
"I really don't think there's a need to drag ol' Dagran into this," Lowell said.
"You're just worried that he'll take my side!" Syrenne punched Lowell in the stomach lightly with anger. "Because Dagran would always take my side!" Syrenne cracked her knuckles threateningly.
"Pfft, Dagran wouldn't take your side, he's my mate. And mates stick together!" Lowell declared and folded his arms.
The two turned to where Dagran was sitting, or actually, where he used to be sitting. For the black haired man was no longer there!
Lowell and Syrenne turned to each other, and then heard the slamming of a door. Dagran had escaped!
Lowell chuckled, "Gotta hand it to Dagran, that was clever."
"Maybe I should cut his hair with my knives," Syrenne thought aloud.
Lowell suddenly snapped to attention. For all the wonderful things about his girlfriend, she had an unhealthy obsession with knives. During one of her frequent alcohol binges, she had somehow gotten a hold of them and tried to attack Lowell! But thankfully, she was drunk and Lowell managed to disarm her.
Lowell had hidden her unfortunately large collection, but they both knew Syrenne could force it out of Lowell.
"Not sure that's a great idea Syrenne," Lowell quickly said. "In fact, I have a better plan…"
The Next Day…
Dagran yawned as the morning sun shown in on him from his bedroom in his apartment. As the black haired man got up to go about his morning routine, he kept feeling like something was off.
It wasn't until he got to the bathroom that he suspected something really was up.
There was a note taped onto the door that read:
Love and Kisses,
Syrenne and Lowell
Dagran took a deep breath. It was times like these when he wondered why he was friends with these two.
Dagran opened the door and looked in the mirror directly in front of him. And he almost screamed.
His beard of sexiness had been shaved off!
"Those bastards!" Dagran shouted, not caring that it was barely morning. He ran to the door, grabbed his leather jacket and ran out the door.
Lowell chuckled into his cup of orange juice. It had been a pretty good plan. Just like how Dagran had keys to their apartment, Lowell and Syrenne had keys to his. The two of them merely snuck in and took advantage of the fact that Dagran was such a deep sleeper.
Score one for Team Lyrenne.
There was a knock on the door to the apartment. Lowell set his cup down, still chuckling to himself. When he got to the door, he opened it and started to laugh uncontrollably.
Dagran looked even funnier than he'd remembered.
Dagran proceeded to punch Lowell in the face, knocking him out.
When Lowell came to, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment. It took him precisely three point six seconds to figure out his present location.
He looked down at the ground to see lots of blond hair.
Strange, it looks a little like min-
Lowell abruptly brought his hands up to his hair and felt-
Nothing.
His eyes snapped upright to the mirror in front of him. His hair… it was gone! All he was left with was barely an inch on his head!
"Noooooooooooo!" Lowell cried out! "My handsome looks are ruined!"
"You know what, I think he was right. His handsome looks are kinda ruined," Syrenne's voice came from behind him.
Lowell turned to see his two friends to see their triumphant smirks. Dagran chuckled, "Perhaps, but you know it's worth it."
Syrenne nodded and gave Dagran a fist bump.
"You two are supposed to be my mates! We're the Three Musketeers! How could you!?" Lowell exclaimed.
Dagran laughed and patted Lowell on the back, "Syrenne told me shaving off my beard was your idea. Call it payback."
Lowell sighed in defeat.
But he couldn't imagine a life without the both of them.
Author Notes: This'll be a fic for whatever tLS oneshots I write. They don't take me long, and they're incredibly fun! So expect more to come at random times!
Also, if any of you have a prompt idea, feel free to leave it in a review! Not sure when I'll get to it, and I may tweak it a bit, but I'll do it! Provided it is about our trio of heroes, Lowell, Syrenne and Dagran!
"Hmm…My drink's looking a bit empty."
-Syrenne