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_{[It's a drizzly day on that little island at the base of Mt. Mortar, making the clear-cut construction zone in the middle of it look emptier and muddier than ever.]

[But the gray clouds had only moved in AFTER whatever made the big old scorch mark on the ground happened, unfortunately for Envy.]}

... Oof, Envy. It doesn't look good.

_{[Wincing, Heather picks at the blackened strands of green hair, victim of a very unfortunately-aimed Fire Spin during their daily training. Behind her, in the doorway to the little camper-trailer they'd retreated into to assess the damage, is a very embarrassed-looking Braixen (the Fire Spinner in question).]}

That's like a good foot and a half.

[This is officially the Worst Day. Yes, worse than every catastrophic invasion, attack, or swarm that's ever happened.]

[He'd been growing it out for so long. He'd taken such good care of it, even out in the woods.]

[This is terrible and he'll be as dramatic as he wants. At Heather's assessment he lets out a drawn-out groan, tilting his head to look back over his shoulder at her.]

That much? Are you sure?

_{[FOR ANYONE ELSE, her expression would not be this grave. But she knows good and well how much effort goes into Envy's ridiculous hair. She might as well have told him he needed a skin graft (WHICH THANKFULLY, HE DOES NOT).]}

I mean... yeah...

At least it'll... grow back eventually?

But that will take so long...

[There's a distinct whine in his voice as he lets his head slump forward once again.]

I take back everything I've ever said is fine about being human.

I hate it. Completely terrible.

_{[She puts her hands on his shoulders comfortingly, even though she knows there's probably no consoling him. Can't help but try, though.]}

Aw, c'mon... maybe this can be an excuse to do something different for awhile?

_{[Giving him a gentle jostle, she drops her head next to his.]}

Something other than 'octopus that strangles people who share the bed with it'? I love that, don't get me wrong.

[He'll appreciate the thought later on, surely.]

Different like what? I'm practically BALD.

What's there to do with it?

You are not! There's plenty to work with!

_{[She reaches up to pointedly fluff some of the unscathed hair, of which there is in fact plenty.]}

You still have more than me, in any case. You tell me my hair is hot, right?

Well....yeah, of course...

[But this is his special meticulously designed over centuries hairstyle.....]

But your hair is on you.

I MADE this hair myself. And it'll look silly when it's halfway grown back. And...

Maybe I'll just bury myself in the earth until it's all the way back the way it was.

No, you are forbidden to bury yourself in the earth.

If short hair looks fine on me then it'll look fine on you until it finishes growing out.

_{[Letting go of his shoulders, she turns to rummage through one of the kitchen drawers. She's pretty sure they have a pair of scissors in here somewhere.]}

You're gonna be cute as fuck.

[There's yet another dramatic huff from Envy as she does that.]

[He's not so sure about that. But also:]

Hang on a second, you can't use just whatever's in the drawer on me. There's trimming scissors in my bag.

[He has standards. But he's not saying no to her doing the cutting.]

_{[--OKAY, she is willing to use whatever instrument he wants, as long as he lets her get rid of all that burnt hair. She slides the drawer shut and turns to go get his bag.]}

Your wish is my command. Which pocket?

Left side, all my hair tools are in a leather zip pouch, the one with the Furfrou logo.

[It's a good quality set, too. He may never have cut his hair short here, but there's of course basic trimming and maintenance to get rid of split ends and such. Even out in the woods. But inside there's a few different kinds of scissors, along with combs and clips.]

_{[After a second of hunting, she locates the bag and pulls it out, taking stock of its contents. Truthfully, she has nowhere near the hair-styling expertise as what Envy's amassed over the decade or so he's been human, but doing at-home haircuts is nothing new to her.]

[Harry Mason had learned to do it when they'd first gone into hiding, and once she was old enough to be trusted with a pair of scissors, she'd started learning too.]

[Meanwhile, Gillespie has finally crept in from the doorway and up next to Envy, big fluffy ears drooping. She's supposed to be perfect at everything, and burning off her trainer's boyfriend's hair is like the total opposite!]

[She'll never live this down, but the proper thing to do when one has messed up is apologize, and thus, she has brought Envy a pretty rock.]}

[Gillespie is lucky that she's a Pokemon and not a human, because Envy's got far more of a soft spot for them. If a human had burned off all of his hair, there'd be a good chance he would swear never-ending petty vengeance.]

[However, even a pretty rock isn't going to stop him giving her a sour look.]

What, trying to win me back over?

_{[LUCKY INDEED.]

[She's above giving him puppy-dog eyes, but she does wilt visibly more when the apology gift is SPURNED. :c]

[Yes she is trying to win you back over Envy.]}

[SIGH....he really can't be too nasty to her.]

I'm sure you're real sorry, but how bout you come back with that rock after we see what my hair looks like when Heather's done with it.

[IT'S JUST TOO SOON, GILLESPIE]

_{[She considers this... and you know what, that's fair. With a muffled, apologetic fox noise, she backs off and pads back outside. Probably to go dramatically collapse onto a bed of moss and bemoan that she'll never be allowed to battle again.]

[MEANWHILE, Heather is back with the trimming scissors.]}

Okay. I promise I'm not gonna maul your hair too bad, I cut my own for ages and outside of one really unfortunate buzzcut I gave myself when I was nine, I'm no worse the wear for it. Getcho' butt in a chair for me.

[IT'LL BE ALRIGHT, GILLY...EVENTUALLY.]

[The look Envy gives Heather as she returns is both resigned and somewhat pained. He believes her, it's just...the situation. Maybe if this had been voluntary it'd be different, but this very much isn't.]

Oh, don't say buzzcuts...

[He mopes his way over to the nearest kitchen chair, plopping down in it because even if he's not in full on hysterics, he's got no intention of ceasing the drama.]

I'm trusting you big time that this is gonna be cute.

_{[Heather certainly has NO expectation that he'll cease the drama anytime soon. She'll just maintain the reassuring cheer to counter it.]}

Scout's honor, you are gonna be a weapons-grade snack.

_{[She's got one of their beach towels in hand and she tucks it around his neck before getting to work snipping off the burnt ends. Even though she's been trying to downplay the severity, there is... a lot of them.]}

Okay...

And you know it's important. If I ever don't look like a snack I will die immediately. My hotness powers me.

[At least he can joke! The first snip of scissors does get a little bit of a wince, though. He's trying very hard to not look down at any of the charred strands falling on the floor. It really is a lot of trust, letting someone else mess with his appearance this much.]

I know, I know. This is a life-saving procedure here.

_{[The joking IS noted, and is also a relief-- when the incident happened, she'd sort of immediately envisioned him just throwing himself directly into the river.]

[Even as she quips back though, she handles the hair very carefully. Envy may be joking but she knows if she messes up and gives him a cowlick or something, she'll be in the doghouse forever.]

[Once all the singed bits are removed, he's left with choppy locks an inch or two (depending) above his shoulders. It definitely looks better, but the fight is far from over.]}

Okay... on a scale of 'roughly shoulders' to 'me', how short do you wanna go?

[He's actually surprised there's still that much to work with--he'd definitely been envisioning not having that much of an option left. It's a relief that the damage wasn't that complete.]

Uh...well, no offense, but your style is a lot hotter on you than it'd be on me.

Not sure I want us to start matching that much. And I still wanna have something to work with.

So I guess neaten up what's left, but keep it past my chin, at least.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, you'd look fine in my style. But I think we can make 'past the chin' work.

_{[Hey, she'd had medium-ish hair for awhile as a kid. She probably still remembers how that was done!]

[THE NEATENING COMMENCES.]}

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