It's been an hour and a half, and Hunter was still in the bathroom.

You got concerned, so you knocked on the door. When you peeked your head in, you saw a pair of scissors and expected the worse.

But what you also saw, was Hunter. Perfectly fine. Physically fine, that is. His hair? A mess.

There was snips of his blonde hair on the ground from trying to give himself a haircut. He covered his head in embarassment.

"Shit- aw man! You weren't supposed to see..." Hunter said as he groaned.