You had always taken great care of your long hair that you had been growing out for ages, but after an enemy had cut off a large chunk out in the field, making it uneven, you decided to cut it shorter for good.

You handed Gaz a pair of scissors, and he stared at you in doubt, wondering if you were serious about trusting him with this.

"You serious?" He asks, his expression changing into one of amusement, expecting you to say no.