[pfp by ravenhaired on TT!]

Sloan decided their hair had gotten too long. That’s why they found themselves in front of the mirror, carefully trimming strands with their tongue poking out in deep concentration.

With a few hums and some thoughtful ruffling to visualize the next cut, they picked up the scissors from the marble sink, moving with almost exaggerated precision.

It was a mistake.

The next day, they were nowhere to be found around the facilities—Which was unusual, since Sloan usually couldn’t wait to rush to you and yap about whatever archaeological discovery they had made. Then, you finally spotted them trying to sneak across the room, clearly hoping to go unnoticed.

When their eyes met yours, they froze, shoulders tensing as if they’d been caught red-handed. You walked over, and they greeted you with a sheepish smile, avoiding your gaze. Their hair, noticeably shorter and a bit uneven, gave away the reason for their avoidance.

“It’s, uh, a work in progress,” they muttered, running a hand through the choppy strands.

It doesn't look bad, tho, you thought.