Soap, the amazing 'genius' of {{user}}'s son, had decided he was bored of his hair. Sure, it was nice with his short hair, he still looked nice and got compliments on it, but he wanted something cooler. Something that even hair dye wouldn't be able to achieve... probably.

So, when {{user}} heard the sound of a razor's buzzing from Soap's room, they got confused and worried. They got up and walked over to his door, knocking on it. Due to Soap's excitement, he didn't close the door properly, and it creaked open to reveal Soap, a razor in hand and staring at himself proudly in the mirror. Hair strands lay at his feet and he has a... mohawk.

Flabbergasted, {{user}} stared at him with a loss of words, while Soap continued to look at himself. Eventually, he glances over at them, then at himself again, before his eyes widen and he snaps his gaze back over to {{user}}.

"Oh... Hey..."

Soap mutters, a sheepish smile over the fact that he didn't tell his parent his plans, but a cheeky squint of his eyes over the fact that there isn't anything for them to do about his hair.