Shave
Koschei examined himself in the mirror, feeling the strands of black hairs that poked out of his chin and lip. He couldn't help but feel proud… he was finally growing a beard a mustache.
Theta walked into the bathroom, yawning, and started to brush his teeth.
Koschei turned to him, smiling. "What do you think?" he asked, pointing to his facial hair.
Theta turned to him and stared.
"Well?"
"… I'd get a razor if I were you," Theta said, before resuming his brushing.
Koschei's smile fell, and he looked at himself again. Maybe some other time, he thought.
He reached for the razor.