“If that’s what’ll make you feel better, then that’s what we’ll do! Ah! Just wait here for a minute,"Bubble ran out of Hard’s room and looked around.
After treading through a maze of halls, he came across his old room. Bubble opened the door and walked in, a rush of nostalgia coming to him. He shivered the feeling off, grabbed a brush, then made his way back to Hard,"I got one of my spares! My hair used to be super bad, too! My brushes would actually break. Hehe. Well, what are waiting for? If you want me to get brushing, I’ll need to see your hair first,"Bubble paused,"If you don’t mind, that is.”
Hard sighs, and grabs a screwdriver.
He begins loosening the bolts that keep his helmet stuck to his head.
When he removes the helmet, his hair comes spilling out in cascades of blond curls.
A pathetic snapped hairtie lands on the floor, unable to conquer the mass.
It’s excessively long. It’d be so beautiful if he just maintained it. Any other robot would kill for a full head of hair, and then some to boot. Even with frayed ends, slightly melted from abuse, and massive chunks probably missing from the initial rooting, it’s so voluminous that no amount of damage seems to get rid of it all.
And yet every time he thinks about taking scissors to it himself, he can hear his brothers pleading not to ruin his beautiful hair.
…His savior has been Cutman.
Cutman, who is both utterly compassionate and extremely feisty, exclaimed that the solution is to simply give Hardman a haircut that makes him so happy that his brothers have no choice but to ignore the loss of several bundles of kanekalon, which Cutman can surely put to good use.
He evades eye contact with Bubble; embarrassed at how out of control his hair has gotten.
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