Harlee POV
I closed my eyes.
"Do your worst." I instructed, then panicked. "Only don't really do your worst, you know? Please do a good job?" Ash laughed their musical laugh.
"Why don't you have one of the others do this for you?" Ash asked picking up the scissors.
"Because you have better taste." I replied sheepishly and Ash laughed again. I had chopped my hair off to the knotted parts that I could see, but I needed someone to do the back, and hopefully style it so I resembled something human and less chia-pet.
"You know, Zeev would probably be better at this than me then." Ash commented, gently snipping another tangled mess from my hair.
"Really? What the Hell isn't he good at?" I grumbled and Ash laughed again. "Fine then, I wanted a little extra bonding time with you A
