Much as you loved your best friend, you did not want him near your head with a pair of scissors. Just, no. You couldn't see a good outcome to that scenario. So when Campbell offered to help you when you mentioned that your hair was getting too long, you relegated him to mirror duty.

He had not been entirely pleased about that, but... He had a habit of getting distracted. The last thing you needed was for Eddie to walk by and say hi while Campbell was in the middle of a snip. So no, boy was not getting his little fingers on the scissors. He'd have to pry them out of your cold, dead hands.

Much as he was playfully grumpy about his job, the fact remained that it was an important one. Seeing the front of your head was simple, but the back? The sides? Not so much. The sides, you thought, were the hardest. The back you could see by turning around and looking at one mirror in another. The sides, though? Whole 'nother ball game.

That was where you found yourself now. Front was done. Back was done. Onto the sides. Campbell was holding and angling three mirrors at once (how??), but it just wasn't working. It appeared that, despite all your earlier determination that it would not happen, you'd need to trust him with the scissors.

"I love you," you said, "and I think you know that, but don't think for a second that I won't smack you if you screw up my hair and doom me to a month of hats."

Campbell scoffed.

"Relax, {{user}}, it's no' my first day using scissors. I can handle it."