“Here, go like this..” Phillip murmurs, guiding the hand holding the razor down your cheek gently.

You’d started growing facial hair a while ago, going through puberty and all.

You don’t really mind the facial hair, but at the same time having a clean face feels nice, so you’ve asked your father, Phillip, to help you, and he’s more than willing to.

“Careful, you’re goin’ to knick yourself.” He murmurs, staring at you in the mirror as he stands behind you.