Hi, hello; sorry it's been a while. Finals are around the corner and I am very busy!
10:Hair
He narrowed his eyes at her for what felt like the tenth time since they had sat down and begun the process, and she bit her tongue from telling him to knock it off.
"Are you sure?" His tone was uneasy, and whether that was because he had a gut feeling that she would regret this in a few hours or that he was skeptical on why she came to him of all people for this was unbeknownst to her.
"Yes," she breathed out, aware it sounded huffier that she was actually feeling. But Pikachu was also quickly losing patience with the hesitating Fox McCloud standing behind her, and it began to make her squirm in the seat that ten minutes had passed of absolutely nothing.
He raised his hand again before quickly dropping it to his side, again. "This seems extremely impulsive, even for you."
She whipped around in her seat quickly, eyes flashing dangerously. "I asked you for help because you didn't strike me as someone who would be so worrisome about the outcome."
He scowled at her sharp response, not liking the way it burned him ever so barely. "Don't have to be rude about it."
"Come on Fox!" She cried, her frustration obviously spilling over the edge and her nails dug into her palms from squeezing them so tightly. "It's just hair! It'll grow back!"
He rolled his eyes at her temper tantrum. "I feel like you'll have a freak out in a few hours. You have long hair, and all of the sudden you want it all gone. Don't you think that requires a bit more than a couple minutes of contemplation?"
"Why are you so worried about anyway? It isn't like it's the hair on your head," she spat, reaching for scissors in his gloved hand. He responded without saying anyway, raising his arm ever so slightly out of Pikachu's reach.
"I feel like girls tend to freak out about this shit…." he mumbled under his breath, her sharp hearing picking up on his complaint.
"I heard that," she smirked, turning back to the mirror. "We do, but if it turns out awful, I can just stay in my usual Pikachu form and wait for it to not he horrendous."
"Or you can get a wig," Fox chuckled to himself while she settled for rolling her eyes in a highly dramatic fashion.
She waved her hand dismissively at him, beckoning him to get closer and begin the process again. "Let's just get this over with."
He sighed, shaking his head as he took a cautious step forward, the metal scissors catching the light from the overhead fixture. He grabbed her ponytail, giving it a playful yank back towards him, and began to enclose the scissors slowly over her blonde hair.
"Last chance."
Pikachu rolled her eyes again, shaking her head slightly. "Just do it."
And he did. Her hair fell to the ground quickly as he cut through it like it was paper, little to no resistance despite the thickness her long locks possessed. He scratched his head, staring at all the hair on the ground, refusing to look up at the girl who was now admiring her slightly above shoulder length hair.
She tussled her hair lazily, running her fingers through it, ignoring the comments behind her of Fox's realization that there was now hair everywhere over his floor and that he didn't understand why this couldn't have been done in her room instead because now he has to find a vacuum to clean.
"What do you think?" She questioned, turning around in her chair again to look back at the vulpine behind her.
He scratched the back of his head, shrugging slightly. "It's…different."
She smirked, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity. "Do you not like it?"
"I'm not a hairdresser Pikachu. It's a little shaggy."
"I'm serious!" She cried, attempting to provoke a better answer out of him. She paused for a moment, looking back at the mirror, biting down on her lip. "Is it bad?"
"No, no!" Fox shook his hands in front of him almost frantically, earning her attention once more as she turned back to face him. "It's a good different."
"Oh," she breathed out, her cheeks slightly pink from the embarrassment of assuming that someone who she was almost desperate for approval from didn't like the way she looked.
"I just need some time to get used to it," he mumbled again, avoiding her eyes as he searched his room for a broom.
Looking back at the mirror, she ran her hand through the now short blonde hair sitting atop her head. Her head fell lazily to the side, her eyes moving from the reflection of her own to the reflection of the vulpine behind her instead.
"I think I should be saying that."
