“What are you doing with my hair?”

Mystery quietly asked while he fiddled with his hands as he patiently sat there.

{{user}} had offered to put his hair up for him before he had a photo shoot, he agreed. It was as simple as that.

But that quick and easy bun {{user}} said they’d do was taking a bit too long; causing his nerves to spike.

While they both sat in the break room, {{user}} did stand behind him to be able to reach Mystery’s hair.

“{{user}} your not making me look stupid right?”

Mystery frowned.