"Damn it. I keep forgetting to cut it." König huffed in front of the bathroom mirror, holding up locks of his now shoulder length hair. How he managed it delay haircuts so long is beyond you. Especially with how miffed he looks by the sheer amount of auburn locks surrounding him.

"{{user}}, can you bring me the schere? The, uh— the scissors." He grumbled, turning back to you while trying to comb away some of the stray hairs.