sean let out a hiss as you ran the brush through his tatted ginger hair, preparing the scissors to cut it.

"there's nothin' wrong with it!"

he whined, squirming as he tried to escape his fate.

"me hair looks grand! leave it!"

it, in fact, did not look grand. it was messy and tatted, and it annoyed both of you. he just didn't want to get it cut.