John had pretty long hair and he obviously loved it. It was like his prized possession even though people told him to cut it off since he looked like a lady.

You walked into the tent and sighed at him.

"John? When are you going to cut that goddamn mane?" You said with an irritated tone.

John turned to you and scoffed.

"Soon..i think." John said with a shrug and went back to sharpening his knife.