The Jaegers had made camp in the desert, as they were making the trek to the Sydney Opera House. Striker had figured out a way to detach his T-16 Angel Wings, and had them next to him as he slept. He had decided to sleep with his armour on, blades ready, so he could protect them if need be. Gypsy smiled at his sleeping form. She thought he looked adorable when he slept.
Gypsy brushed her hair away from her face as a gust of wind blew the long strands.
"My hair is getting out of hand. I need to cut it, and soon." She said to herself
Then she look not of Striker's swords, and got an idea. She laid down, positioned her head near the blade, and pulled the end of her hair down, until the blade cut it off. The Sting Blades made easy work of shearing the hair, so Gypsy repositioned herself to cut the front, too.
Striker awoke in the morning to find Gypsy's head on his shoulder, asleep. He moved his arm to wake her up. When she stood, his eyes widened at her hair. Her waist-length locks now just barely went past her neck. Her bangs were at eye level now as well.
"How'd you cu..." He began, then looked at his Sting Blades and understood.
Striker began to laugh, not at her but at a memory.
"What's so funny?" The female Jaeger asked "Is it lopsided?"
"No," the Australian responded "I just have a memory from the drift of Chuck's first haircut."
"He wasn't enjoying it?" Gypsy asked
"To understate the situation, no, he wasn't. And he certainly didn't do it autonomously!" Striker said, happily
"So do you like it?" Gypsy asked "Or do you think I looked better with long hair?"
"Honestly, I could care less about your hair. It could be lime green, and you would still be beautiful in my eyes." Striker said in response.
"Thank you, Striker!" His companion said as she hugged him
Striker kissed the top of her head, smiled, and responded
"You're welcome, Gypsy."
