"Do we have to do this tonight?" Soap groans, yawning. He pulls off his shirt as he sits in the chair you have set up. His hair has grown out, and he's constantly bitching about it being too long. So you know he'll be grateful once you're done, even if he's tired now.

"Yes, Johnny, now quit your whining," you reply, running your fingers through Soap's hair. You grab the clippers off of the nightstand and turn them on.

"Just... don't mess it up," he grumbles. He knows you won't. You never do.