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[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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