Room 518, Wednesday Evening
Gavin was very liberally covered in tinsel when he got back to his room after the club meeting. And picking it out of his hair proved time consuming and annoying. He realized it was time for a haircut when he went to pull a piece of tinsel and yanked his hair with it.
He had a pair of scissors, he could do it himself. Of course, he knew that was doom in the making but he hadn't had his hair cut by anyone but his mother and people on base since he'd grown up. What if someone new wrecked it?
So, it was a muttering Gavin who was in the bathroom, picking out tinsel and contemplating giving himself a haircut.
[Open door, open post!]
He had a pair of scissors, he could do it himself. Of course, he knew that was doom in the making but he hadn't had his hair cut by anyone but his mother and people on base since he'd grown up. What if someone new wrecked it?
So, it was a muttering Gavin who was in the bathroom, picking out tinsel and contemplating giving himself a haircut.
[Open door, open post!]