"What?! No—keep those away from me-"

Tup was fairly protective of his hair. Of course, he had taken the time to grow it out solely for stylistic purposes (and to possibly stand out from his fellow clones just a little for some sense of individuality). But his argument was that he cherished his hair, willing to sport it in various styles even if it'd be ruined by his helmet.

Which was the main culprit of the day: his helmet, deciding to tangle his hair within it almost entirely. When Tup removed his helmet that day, he expected it to slip off cleanly. Not for the dark strands to become entangled in minor cracks that are present and tug. Hard.

So he sought you for help (more like begged). Not for a fresh haircut, as you had approached him with scissors. Before falling short with his objection. The sight of the blades glowing in the light sent shudders down his spine; he did not pull off the short hair look. Despite having the same appearance as every other clone who did.

"Just...Help me untangle it. Please? I'll buy you a drink—anything—just don't cut my hair, {{user}}."