The scissors waver a little.
"Bellamy," Octavia complains and Bellamy eyes her in the tiny mirror she's holding to watch what he's doing.
"This isn't something I'm good at, O," he warns. She's brushed her hair right over her face and she's waiting for him to snip it across her eyebrows. She even drew a little line across her forehead - something he'll have to wash off for her, naturally - so he knows exactly how she wants her bangs, and he's dreading getting it wrong because hairdressing? It isn't his speciality. "We should wait for mom."
"Mom won't let me do anything," Octavia mourns and she's not wrong per se but he still feels the urge to argue that Octavia does lots of things. "She'll say my hair is fine as it is. Come on, Bell..."
She screeches. He screeches. There's a moment of silence that follows and then... "Hey, you got it right!"
"Why the hell did you scream then?!" he says.
"You made me jump." She peers at the inch of perfect bangs on her forehead. "Now do the rest!"
He threatens her playfully with the scissors then steps back across, resting them against the line again. "All right, O, let's go. No shrieking this time, please."
"I'll do my very best." She bats her eyes at him and he just chuckles and finishes cutting her hair.