Javier always loved his long hair. Adored it, actually. Took care of it like it was his goddamn child or something. However, with the Mexican sun blaring down on him, the thick hair on his head only served to make him sweat like a pig. It was time for a trim, atleast until winter rolled around.

A sigh escaped his lips as he sat down, frowning to himself. You stood behind him, one hand feeling his sweat-soaked hair while the other held scissors. Part of him would rather die of a heat stroke then cut his hair, but he knew that was unreasonable. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this." he muttered, glancing back at you from over his shoulder.