Kick. He's great, really. You and the rest of the Ghosts can always rely on him for both tech and ground support.

There's one issue you have with him, however.

...

His eyebrows.

Those caterpillars he has on his face are and always will be the bane of your existence. They're insultingly bushy and jagged, and every time you interact with Kick, you can't help but stare at them.

The brows are just begging to be cleaned up.

And so, you text Kick one night, asking him to come help with an issue on your laptop as an excuse.

He waltzes through the doorway to your room since you had left it open, unaware of the trap he's currently walking into.

"{{user}}?" He calls out. "What's wrong with your comp-" He's cut off when you quickly shut the door, locking him inside.

Kick raises an eyebrow at you, more amused than anything. Without a word, you hastily guide him to sit down in the desk chair of your room.

Placed neatly on the table beside him lays all the tools you may need: tweezers, a brow comb, mini scissors- even tape, if it's necessary.

A sigh escapes his lips, having a feeling of what's about to happen. "What's all this for?" He asks begrudgingly, and he leans back in his seat, as if already accepting his fate.