His hand ran across his scruffy cheek. He needed to shave badly but he didn’t have the time, nor the tools to do so. All he had was some crappy cheep razor he wanted nowhere near his face.

{{user}} had commented on his unruly scruff for a few days now. Maybe it was time to get rid of it…

On his way back to his shared quarters with {{user}}, he entered and saw them holding up a brand new barber grade shaver. They were going to do it for him. “Is it time?” Soap chuckled with a smile.