Jaune blew his bangs out of his face, and set aside the dishes he was washing. Turning to Tyrian, who was sitting at the table, the blonde pulled a lock of his hair. "Do you think my hair's getting too long? I keep having to get it out of my face lately."
The dark-haired man tilted his head, leaning forward with his chin resting on his knuckles. "And you think because I have such gloriously long hair you thought to ask me?"
Jaune blinked, and huffed as he pushed the bangs away from his face again. "Yeah, sure. Should I cut it?"
The man did gasp at that, sitting up abruptly. "Why would you cut it? It's so-so fluffy and I enjoy running my fingers through it." he mimicked doing the action. "If you cut it, how will I do that?"
Jaune rolled his head. "It's not like I said I'm going to shave my head. Just like, a trim to get it manageable."
Tyrian hummed, going to stand before Jaune. He tilted the blond's chin up with a finger, and canted his own head as he inspected the yellow locks. Sighing dramatically, he released Jaune. "I suppose it would not be unsightly. And with your bangs out of the way, I can keep staring into your beautiful eyes."
Jaune snorted, and lightly swatted the other man on the shoulder. "You've had me for years, no need to keep laying it on. It's just a haircut after all."