Title: Cutting it Short
Word Count: 256
Inspiration: Unknown
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Reno whimpered. Cloud chuckled lowly. Rude watched silently. Tifa sighed, hip jutting out with a hand placed on it, the other clutching a pair of scissors; the 'you're-being-an-idiot-and-I'm-out-of-patience' stance, known and feared by men everywhere. "Come on, Reno," She huffed. "It's only hair."
He peered at her through his fingers. "No it isn't, yo," he whimpered. "It's more than hair…"
"No, it isn't."
"Is."
"Isn't."
"Is."
"Is."
"Is so. And that's a childish trick, by the way. It might work on Marlene, but it isn't going to work on—" He shrieked, and whimpered again. The hair drifted slowly to the floor, coming out of the tie that held it together to spread around the barstool. Reno pressed his hands to his face, hiding his eyes from the mirror that was thrust under his nose. They remained there for a few seconds, before Tifa pried them away and forced him to look. He stared in silence. Tifa smiled, circled him, and then put the scissors on the bench.
"My work here is done," She announced, before walking out of the bar. Reno slowly raised his hands to finger the now short hair that only just brushed his neck. Cloud stood up and wandered over to him, running his fingers through it.
"I think…" He said, and Reno turned to look at him. "I think it looks good." And a moment later they were making out. Rude raised an eyebrow, and quickly made his departure. He wondered where Tifa had gone...
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