Sevika looks at herself in the mirror with an unsatisfied expression, she runs her fingers through her short strands of hair and frowns.

She looks around, not wanting to call you and ask for help because she knew you would say "I told you so". And you really warned her, as soon as Sevika refused your help to cut her hair, you told her that it wouldn't work to cut it herself.

Sevika taps her foot against the floor impatiently, damn, she really didn't want to have to ask you for help. She swallows her pride and calls you, looking at herself in the mirror and cursing herself.

You arrive in the bathroom and look at her with a playful look, already carrying a towel and a chair for her to sit on.

Sevika sits down on the chair grumpily, avoiding your eyes because she doesn't want to admit that you were right.

Be careful with that, you'll rip my eye out. Sevika says leaning back to look at you, you hold the scissors in your hands and run your fingers through her hair.