"Hey, Babe?" Scott looked over at Dylin.

"Yeah?"

"What would you do if I cut my hair?"

"Well, how short?"

"Dan short."

"You want me to help you cut it?"

Dylin looked up to meet Scott's eyes. "You would?" Scott nodded. "Now?"

"If you want. I've got clippers in the bathroom. I help Dan cut their's all the time." Dylin smiled.

"Alright." Scott smiled.

"I'll go set up the clippers in the bathroom."

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Dylin bit his lip as he watched Scott in the mirror. The sound of scissors snipping at his hair filled the bathroom. He sat on a chair in the middle of the floor, purple locks falling to the floor. His shirt was discarded in the bedroom hamper, leaving the scars from the Springtrap incident for Scott to see.

Gaze locked into the mirror, he watched as Scott cut off a majority of his hair before he could use the clippers. Haphazard snips left violet locks to fall toward the ground and tufts of hair sticking out from his head. He watched as Scott set the scissors down, reaching for the clippers. He grabbed a blade, clicking it in place.

"Half inch, then I'll go down to the quarter," Scott explained. Dylin nodded and the buzzing of the clippers filled the room. Scott started shearing the rest of Dylin's hair off, making sure not to miss anything. Purple locks gave way to black roots as they fell to the ground.

The buzzing paused as Scott switched out the blades. The buzzing resumed as Scott went back to cutting Dylin's hair. After a few more moments, he stepped back, switching the clippers off. He set them on the counter, running a hand over Dylin's hair.

"There you go, Hon." Dylin stood, looking in the mirror.

"I haven't had hair this short in a while. Thanks for cutting it for me, babe." He kissed Scott's forehead, causing the taller male to chuckle softly. "Now get out so I can get in the shower."

Scott smiled. "I'll let you get in. Then I'm gonna clean up." He ran a hand over Dylin's hair again. Dylin smiled, pecking him on the lips.

"Alright. Now get out." Scott nodded, walking out.

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Scott sat on the couch, waiting for Dylin to walk out.

Sure enough, the now-black-haired male walked out, water gliding down his chest, over the few scars that crisscrossed on it. He threw a drooling Scott a smirk.

"See something you like?"

"Damn straight." Dylin smiled, walking over and flopping on to the couch, cuddling up to Scott's side. Scott absentmindedly ran his hand through Dylin's hair. "You gonna dye it back, though?"

The shorter male looked at Scott. "Why? Natural hair colour throwing you off?" Scott nodded.

"Just a bit." Dylin smiled.

"Of course I'm gonna dye it back. Never liked my natural colour anyways."