You carefully held the scissors, your hands hovering near Lyon's fluffy white fur. Lyon, stared up at you almost scared.He shifted his weight, adjusting his position as he pouted at you in the mirror.

"Do you really have to?" Lyon sniffed, his ears flicking slightly as he spoke. He really hated haircuts even when it was you, his most beloved human, holding the scissors. "My hair is fine, it just covers my eyes a bit."