Ezra pushed his hair out of his face for what seemed like the hundredth time just that hour, making an annoyed sound. He couldn't concentrate on the datapad he was supposed to be reading, not when his hair kept getting in his eyes. Then again it had been how long since he'd cut his hair? At least half a year before he'd joined the Ghost crew, maybe longer. He didn't pay much attention to the exact time, just that it had been a while. He knew a good way to fix it at least. He decided he wasn't going to get much done until his hair was taken care of.
He knew Kanan had a pair of clippers for keeping his beard neatly trimmed, that would work. Probably even better than the clippers he'd had before. At least they would if he could find them. He checked all the storage compartments in the fresher with no luck. He grumbled, roughly brushing his hair back out of his eyes yet again as he looked out. He could just wait for Kanan to get back from the supply run, but that could take hours. The sooner he took care of it the sooner he could get back to finishing his reading and maybe actually have some time to himself.
Ezra started back out into the hall, then paused. Sabine's hair wasn't that much shorter than his, maybe she'd have something to at least keep it out of his eyes until he could clip it off. With that thought he was detouring to her room, knocking on it.
Sabine took her time answering it, but it did eventually open."What?"
"I need a favor." Ezra started, scrunching his nose as his hair flopped right into his face again.
"Have anything for payment?" Sabine cocked a hip to lean against the door frame, watching him.
"My undying loyalty and affection?" Ezra gave her his best grin, relaxing some. If she actually didn't want to be bothered she wouldn't tease, just tell him to go.
"That and six credits will get you a bag of chips. What is it?" Sabine asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Do you know where Kanan keeps his beard trimmer?" Ezra figured it couldn't hurt to ask first.
"Not a clue. I don't think you're going to need to borrow that for a little bit longer though. Your three chin hairs aren't that untamed." Sabine grinned.
"Not for that, my hair's getting in my way. Do you have something to hold it back?" Ezra reached up to brush it all back, trying to gather it in a ponytail. The front pieces flopped right back down into his face. "It's too long to stay out of my eyes, but it's still too short in front to pull back."
"So you just want to clip it all off?" Sabine straightened up at that.
Ezra shrugged "It's easiest, it's all the same length then and it takes it a while to grow back out to the point it's in my way again."
"Would you rather just get it cut shorter?" Sabine offered.
Ezra blinked "You'd cut it for me?"
"Not me, but it's not like I cut my own hair. I'm sure they'll be willing to cut yours too." Sabine reached up to ruffle her own hair. "Dying the tips would be a lot harder without help too."
"Alright, so… who cuts it anyway? Hera?" Ezra wasn't sure if he should ask about dye or not. If Sabine wanted to he'd have a hard time saying no, she'd probably make it look amazing, but he hadn't ever really considered it before.
"Hera?" Sabine laughed softly at that. "No, not Hera."
"Oh, um, Kanan?" Ezra tried not to feel too embarrassed, Hera probably wouldn't have a lot of experience with hair, would she?
"I don't know if he can or not, but seeing how he does his own I never asked." Sabine turned to start heading back into her room. "I'll get what we need, meet us in the galley in just a few minutes"
"But that only leaves… hey!" Ezra frowned when he ended up talking to the closed door. "Maybe I'll just shave my head anyway." He really didn't want to, though. It always looked too close to the military haircuts cadets were encouraged to get.
Ezra sat cross-legged on the oversized wooden chair, facing the back of it while Zeb draped a sheet over his back and around his shoulders. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? You don't exactly have hair, fur yes, but…"
"I know what I'm doing." Zeb grumbled, starting to work a brush through Ezra's hair, straightening it.
"He doesn't have hair on his head, but he does have a beard. And he does more than just clip it down and call it a day." Sabine pointed out, sitting close to watch.
"Is that what takes so long in the 'fresher every morning?" Ezra asked, teasing some.
"Maybe, now hold still. Be a shame if I missed and snipped off your ear." Zeb worked out a snarl surprisingly gently, making sure it was all brushed out before picking up the scissors. "How do you want it to look?"
"Uh…" Ezra was caught a little off guard. "I don't know, about like how it looked when I first came on board? Maybe just a little shorter? I like it like that."
"You don't want to take the chance to experiment?" Sabine asked.
"Ezra started to shake his head and caught himself just in time. "Maybe next time.
"Right." Zeb started slowly cutting, combing it out and snipping a section at a time.
Despite himself Ezra slowly found himself relaxing. Zeb wasn't rough at all and having his hair brushed out and played with was strangely relaxing. He wasn't about to admit it to either of them though.
"There." Zeb said, starting to tug the sheet off from around where it was tugged.
Ezra was surprised, it hadn't taken nearly as long as he thought it might. As soon as he was free from the sheet he turned to get off the chair, reaching for the mirror Sabine had. She handed it over and he peered into it, sighing in relief. He looked… well, the same. Just with his hair shorter, exactly how he wanted it. He'd worried a little that Zeb was going to deliberately do something to it to mess it up, but then hair grew back and he'd been planning on shaving it off anyway before he'd known this was an option.
"It looks good." He reached up to ruffle it, no getting in his eyes either, then handed the mirror back to Sabine.
"Well good as it's going to look on you, anyway." Zeb snorted, gathering everything back up to put away. "You get to clean up the hair before Hera sees it."
"Right." Ezra stepped over the clumps of dark blue hair on the floor careful not to track them everywhere so he could grab the broom and dustbin. "And Zeb? Thanks."
"Don't mention it, kid." Zeb said easily enough, heading back to whatever he'd been doing before Sabine fetched him.
"When you need a haircut again just poke him about it, and if you do want to change it up I have a few ideas…" Sabine sat back, not offering to help with the cleanup. Ezra didn't blame her, she'd already helped a great deal more than he expected.
"Yeah? I will, thanks." Ezra finished cleaning up, grinning when he realized he hadn't had to push his hair out of his face once during the cleanup, disposing of the clipped hair so he could get back to his reading.