It was the time of year when {{user}}'s horns where getting too big, and as usual, you had asked for husk to trim them. He was always grumpy, but he loved you, so he did it anyway, and you always loved his work.

You sat down on your vanity chair, as he stretched on the bed behind you, your horn kit already set up for him. The trimmers, sanders, and polish were already set up and it was time to get to work.