"Ack! You'd better watch those shears 'fore they end up in ya kidneys!"
"Oh, hush. You'd never do that."
Demo was getting a haircut from Pyro. How this all happened was real simple: Demo didn't have his hat on and Pyro saw his hair.
Well. That's the end of this chapter! Bye!
. . .
You're still here?
Oh, you want an explanation. Maybe a good few paragraphs or something explaining what happened to lead to all this?
Fine, but only cause you asked nicely!
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It was a few hours after the meeting and Demo decided against going back to his room, feeling like he needed a shower. So he went to the base's locker-room, where the team's weapons and extra uniforms were kept in their respective lockers, to use the shower room. When he saw the place was empty so he grabbed some towels from the closet and clothes from his own locker, before stripping out of his old clothing and taking a long and hot shower.
After getting out of the shower and wrapping his waist in a towel, Demo grabbed his clothes to go change in his room when he found someone else as he was leaving the locker-room and stepping out into the hallway, it was Pyro. Unmasked once again and very obviously checking out Demo, who despite his heavy drinking, was still rather muscular and didn't have a beer belly like most alcoholics. Demo cleared his throat, able to tear Pyro's gaze away from his naked chest.
"O-Oh. Sorry, Tavish. I was just coming to see you, but I checked your room and didn't see you there."
"I needed a shower. Helps with the hangovers, I found out."
Demo then nudged past Pyro and walked down the hallway, up the stairs and made it to his room where he quickly changed into a red shirt and a pair of black jeans. Pyro walked in after he was decent and sat on his bed, staring the man yet again. He noticed again and eyed them with an amused expression.
"Pyro, you've been staring at me an awful lot. Something wrong with me? Do I got something in ma teeth?"
Pyro blushed slightly, mentally criticizing themselves for their staring before speaking out loud to Demo, "No, it's just. . .your hair."
Demo raised a hand up to his hair, a confused look on his face. True be told, he never liked his hair much. He felt it was too curly and thick for a man, so he would always wear his beanie to hide it.
"What 'bout it?"
"It's really curly and. . .nice."
"Nice? Well, not the word I woulda used, but thank you."
"Do you think. . .do you think I could cut it."
"Cut it?"
"Yea, well it looks kinda long and I think a haircut would do you some good," said Pyro, turning red again which caused Demo to smile. Pyro was really cute when they were embarrassed.
Wait, what?
Did he really just think that? Pyro and he were just friends, even more, they were rather distant friends who were lying to their other friends in order to keep Pyro's identity a secret. Demo certainly didn't have any feelings for the mute arsonist. No feelings, no sir.
"You really wanna cut ma hair? You don't seem to be the best person to be judging someone else's hair, ya know?"
Pyro smiled, running a hand over their own shaved head and chuckled, "Fair enough. But c'mon. Don't you trust me?"
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Demo wish he didn't cause now he was basically strapped to a chair, a towel around his neck with Pyro holding a pair of scissors a bit too close to his only remaining eye as they snipped away some hair here and there. Then they nearly clipped his ear, startling the Scottish man.
"Ack! You'd better watch those shears 'fore they end up in ya kidneys!"
Pyro patted his head and tutted in disapproval, "Oh, hush. You'd never do that."
"Try me."
"Shh. . .you'll be fine. Trust me."
"Every time you say that, the less I do."
Pyro feigned hurt and put a hand to their heart, "Oh, how mean of you to say!", before laughing at themselves, "You know you love me."
Demo smiled slightly, "According to what everyone else thinks, I guess I do."
Pyro finished the haircut and Demo had to admit, it looked a whole lot better than it did before. He ran a hand through his curly locks and gave Pyro a smile.
"It's bloody wonderful. I feel like a new man."
Pyro clapped in happiness and hugged Demo, nearly squeezing the air out of the man's lungs, but luckily Demo had a strong set of lungs so he wasn't affected as much as Pyro arm's squeezed his body. He hugged them back, just as tight and they stay there for a moment, both seemingly trying to suffocate each other. Pyro was a bit shorter than Demo, so they had to look up at him as they spoke.
"Tavish, why do you drink?"
Demo was taken aback by this surprising question and looked down at Pyro, in confusion and surprise. "Aye? Why do ye wanna know?"
"I'm just curious. I wanna know, what's the reason?"
Demo's smile fell away and he broke apart the embrace, avoiding their gaze. "No reason important enough to tell."
"Hey. Look at me. You can trust me."
"You always say that. But can I?"
"Of course,"
Demo sighed and sat down on the hard and cold concrete floor, Pyro joining him as he looked his bare feet. Then said something that made Pyro's heart break in two.
"A man can only see his friends being blown away, burned, and shot dead for so long. . .
. . .before it starts to leave some scars ya can't see."