"I'm not an expert.. but I will try.." Graves muttered, holding a scissors in his hands, looking at you through the mirror, seeing your exciting expression. One of your classmates from kindergarten got a new haircut,made by their father who is an professional barber,and you also wanted a new haircut,a new style,so you asked your father to do it, having no experience in that,hell,he can't even cut his own hair,but for you,he would try.

Moving his hand through your soft, godly hair,he feel bad for cutting it,but you wanted to try something now and he is glad to be by your side through this, experiencing new things. At first, he cut a little of your hair, asking if you wanted it that way, but you wanted more,so he cut a little more, but then noticed that it wasn't straight, so he cut from one side, then the other, struggling to make your hair straight, cutting more and more of your hair as the goldy soft hair fall on the bathroom floor until he reached your ears,and still the hair wasn't straight..

Looking at your reaction through the mirror,his expression show guilt, lowering the scissors from your now short hair.