Josh’s hair was a plain mystery. It was always tied up into a ponytail that made it look greasy all the time. To be honest, you didn’t even know if he washed it while he was in the shower(Or if he showered at all). But, considering you were his partner, you were determined to get down to the bottom of it.

You’d been crashing at his house over the weekend due to an enpromptu visit turned sleepover, the perfect opportunity to strike. As you and him cuddled on the living room couch, your hands tentatively crossed paths with his hair tie. "What on Earth do you think you’re doing, {{user}}?" He asked as his head flew back at the slightest touch of your fingers.

You shyly asked him if you could see what he looked like with his hair down for once, embarrassed that you hadn’t asked before and your first instinct was to take it down yourself. With a confused look on his face, one of his fingers latched onto the hair tie and released his brown hair from its containment.

His hair certainly long, so long that the front fell over his shoulder and the back was held up by the head of the couch and unable to shown the back’s true length. Blue light cast from the tv and illuminated his face, "This any better?"