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-The Haircut-
September of 2039. Morning. Saffron City, Kanto.
"You're the only one I trust to do this," Reid said, swallowing hard as he fidgeted in his seat.
"Stop being a baby," Calla lightly teased as she tied the black cape around his shoulders. "Just sit still and relax."
"I'm not being a baby!" Reid spat, turning his head back to glare at her. "Mom's the only person who's ever done this for me before! I can't trust anyone else putting a pair of scissors to my neck!"
Calla rolled her eyes. "Head straight," she said, taking the back of his skull into her hands and turning it forward. "You don't want me to mess up, do you?"
Reid flinched, his shoulders tensing, but he didn't turn around this time. "…Y-you're not going to mess up, right?"
Calla let out a small giggle as she picked up the pair of scissors sitting on the table beside them. "I thought you said you trusted me?"
Reid pressed his lips together before taking a deep breath and giving a small nod. "I do."
Calla smiled as she took a piece of Reid's hair between her fingers. "Okay then—that's all I need to hear," she said, taking the first snip.
...And so it continues!