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“May I ask how you managed this?”

“No.” Eun huffed through the charred gap in his hair, sending it fluttering into a mess across his face. Freud sighed and smoothed it back down as best he could. Which wasn’t very well, considering the absolute state it was in.

“Well, I can… I can probably have it swoosh to the side, but then you’d have to part it one way for a while, and that might-”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Just make it bangs. It’ll be easier to deal with.”

Freud pursed his lips and flipped Eun’s hair. “You sure? It’s quite a lot.”

He just grunted in response, and Freud shrugged back. Not a few seconds later, large strands of ruined hair were falling away from his face, gradually making Freud’s clearer. A few more seconds, and Freud was smiling at him gently, still holding an uncut strand away from his eyes. “Hey.”

“Hey,” and he couldn’t help smiling back. And it was just a small joke, and just a simple smile, but the way his gaze made his heart flip and stomach turn to butterflies… well, an unavoidable element of getting a free haircut from the nicest person he knew, he supposed. Eun just let him do his work, and tried not to jump too hard whenever Freud mindlessly touched his face trying to get him to turn his head a little for a better angle. Which, since the bangs were apparently taking a while to perfect, was happening a lot.

“Sorry you have to stare at my chin for the next minute, I just wanna be thorough.”

He made a point of staring anywhere that wasn’t Freud. “There’s nothing to stare at. You shave down to the bone every morning, I swear.”

“Do you want me to grow a beard?”

“I don’t care. Won’t you mess up if you keep talking?”

Freud blew a puff of air in his face, sending his new bangs everywhere and prompting a gentle slap to the arm. When will the violence ever end, he could practically hear Aran crying out.

Only the quiet snip snip of the scissors punctuated the silence following, save the occasional slightly frustrated breath from Freud. He didn’t care too much how his hair looked if it wasn’t in his eyes, but it would bother Freud, so he just let him fiddle with it until it was passable.

“And… there.” Freud stepped back to admire his handiwork, a complex smile plastered over his face. “It looks alright, I think? Or… no, yeah, it’s… well, it’s a little short...”

Eun glanced in the mirror- short his ass, they were nearly covering his eyebrows. “It’ll grow out,” he still added, to placate Freud more than anything.

Freud sighed lightly. “Yeah… I’ll just keep going. I can’t really mess up the rest of your hair, I guess.”

“You definitely can.”

“I definitely can. But I won’t!”

“You don’t know that.”

“Do you want me to cut your hair or not?” Freud tutted at him, and Eun had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing in his face. “Sheesh, I go the full nine yards for free and this is how I’m treated… shameful.”

“If you wanted money out of it, you should’ve become a Hair Master.

Freud sighed as he ran a comb through Eun’s hair, hair that he’d already combed through diligently. “Maybe I should’ve. Maybe this is my true calling.”

Eun turned a bit to look at him. “We’re all gonna need a hobby after all of this.”

“I imagine I’d have different priorities in the fallout. And don’t turn your head.” He pushed Eun’s head forward to punctuate his point.

“People are still gonna need haircuts, though.”

“It’s just a hobby. And I won’t want to do it if I make that association.”

“Hm.”

The silence returned. Eun closed his eyes and tried to focus on what Freud was doing. Not too hard, for his own sake- he still wasn’t used to human touch, and the first time Freud cut his hair, he almost cried- but he focused well enough. The gentle snipping of the scissors and the occasional comb through his hair was nearly enough to lull him to sleep. So after what felt like an hour of the same, when Freud ruffled his hair, he startled with a very dignified “Meuh.”

“Good morning,” Freud laughed out, and he would never admit how that made his stomach flutter, so he settled for his blankest expression. “Is that an alright length?”

“Yeah,” he said before he even looked in the mirror. Just over his shoulder blades… Kind of short for his liking, but it would grow out too.

Freud’s hand retreated, and something in Eun’s chest clenched.

“Could you braid it?”

They both blinked- Eun had no idea where that came from, either. Freud picked his hair back up, a little hesitant. “Would that work with bangs?”

“I just wanna see how it looks.” He paused, before muttering, “You’re probably right, though…”

“If you wanted me to play with your hair, you should just say that,” Freud huffed out lightly.

Light as it was, it still made Eun freeze in place, though he managed to mumble out something like “Uh, yeah, sorry.”

A moment passed in silence, a moment long enough to notice Freud’s expression in the mirror had turned to light shock, before settling into a fonder smile.

Oh, Eun processed too late, he was joking. Oh god.

Before he could open his mouth to pivot, Freud was gathering more of his hair in his hands, fingers brushing against his scalp. “It’s not like I mind. Your hair is very nice. Not to compliment my own work.”