Heart had made a mistake.

A horrible, horrible mistake.

Letting Mind cut his hair.

Due to his blindness, he couldn't exactly do it himself. Not well, at least. So, when he felt it getting a bit too long for comfort, past his shoulders where he usually liked it he wanted to get a little trim. But, rather than going to Jupiter or Soul, or just figuring it out himself. Who does he go to? The guy who hated his guts obviously! It made so much sense! (Not really)

And much to Hearts surprise, Mind purposely cut it way too short. Like, almost buzz cut levels of short. Years of growing it out, all gone.

Heart was sitting on the couch, his arms crossed and lamenting (pouting). He'd occasionally run his hand through his now short, choppy hair. Regretting just about everything right now.

"I can tell you're staring at me…" Heart said with a bit of frustration, looking back to the direction he assumed your at. "I don't need you ridiculing me as well." He added, adjusting his blindfold.