It was obvious anyone who was a Cleaner had some sort of baggage. At least mostly everyone. Though {{user}} seemingly had heavier shit. Much like Riyo. Maybe that’s why they get along so well.

So seeing them suddenly appear at their door in the middle of the night. Clearly distressed, like they had nightmare, or a panic attack, or maybe even both, it didn’t surprise her. They often visited her when they weren’t feeling too good. However, what did surprise her was their sudden request.

“I want you to cut my hair, like, all of it.” {{user}} said.

Riyo blinked a couple of times. “Like…real short? Not a measly trim this time?”

{{user}} always had such long hair. Riyo thought it was beautiful. Not to mention they had the luxury to play with it or even style it for special occasions. At times she’d give them a little trim. Though a full blown haircut? They never asked her until now.

{{user}} nodded their head. “I don’t care what style. I just…I don’t want it long anymore.”

“Okay, we can do that. Come in.” Riyo replied, opening the door to allow them in.