i don't mind compassion
He gives her a little nod before taking the biggest chunk and just.. chopping it off. No turning back now Maeve, you have to wait until he's done. He focuses on her hair rather than looking at her because he's not sure he can. He gets that the way you look is important in this kind of work. He hopes he doesn't fuck it up. He starts with the worst of the tar, cutting it out before working on smaller bits, and then finally, cleaning it up.
When he steps back, he tilts his head to one side, looking at her in the mirror with just the faintest hint of a grin. "Not to bad for an amateur if I do say so myself." It's short but not boyish. It frames her face well enough and he'd be lying if he didn't kind of like it. He leans over her again, putting the scissors down and picking up the brush again. He runs it through her hair, making sure he got it all out. When he's content, he puts the brush away, noting how her hair has just a hint of a curl to it.
"Well?"
When he steps back, he tilts his head to one side, looking at her in the mirror with just the faintest hint of a grin. "Not to bad for an amateur if I do say so myself." It's short but not boyish. It frames her face well enough and he'd be lying if he didn't kind of like it. He leans over her again, putting the scissors down and picking up the brush again. He runs it through her hair, making sure he got it all out. When he's content, he puts the brush away, noting how her hair has just a hint of a curl to it.
"Well?"
just not on my dime
LOCKE
