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For someone handling scissors for such a purpose for the first time, Yuu thought they did rather well. The figure beside them however, with an ink-dark dog skull for a head, clicked a tongue from somewhere under all that inky darkness.
"You," said the fellow, "Look atrocious."
"I," said the child, "did my best, Professor."
Professor sighed. "At this rate, I'm tempted to take to take a razor to that mop myself."
They offered the scissors to him, handle-side first, but he only gave them a pointed look. So Yuu sighed, and drew their hand back. "What do you want me to do? I can't see the- the magazine, in your head!"
"Did you even see your own head in the mirror?"
Yuu tried to look at him seriously, upset-ly, but there was a smugness they could still behold in those silver eyes and they let out a snort they couldn't stop themself from, looking away just as a pleased glint came into Professor's eye.
"Just cut it yourself!" they said. "Please, Professor? It's going to look like a birds' nest until it grows out!"
"No, Yuu, and might I remind you that you shouldn't have let it get that long to begin with?"
"You said that was fine! You said it was good, for the cold."
He blinked slowly at that, confused, frowning however a thing that didn't quite have a jaw could frown.
Yuu frowned easily.
"You know," they said, "you said that when it started snowing-"
"Right. Well, that was before it got snagged on those thorns."
"Well, maybe I should I just shave my head so it can't go wrong-"
"Don't be ridiculous. Some coverage is still better than nothing. Eyesore though it be, it's passable for now." It would be harder to grab, more importantly.
"You said I look atrocious!"
"Perhaps it will convince the monsters to run off in horror instead of taking you."
Yuu huffed, blowing a lock of hair out of their eyes only for it to flop back. "You're so cruel, Professor!"
"Mhmm," he said, as he draped their scarf over their shoulders, round their neck loosely, "The cruelest, pup, now let's get on, shall we?"
Yuu sighed, but Professor was already set to go. They looked around a library, another one of useless books that had just started to feel like home-
"Are you coming, Yuu?"
The door was open. He stood on the steps beyond, but they knew he wouldn't leave without them.
"Yes, Professor!"
They tucked the scissors into their pocket, took their bag of notes and supplies packed the night before and checked thrice since, and walked leisurely to the door.
Professor closed the door behind him, Yuu held onto the sleeve of his long fur coat, and they began their trek to next, hopefully more useful bibliotheque.