“Could you stay still for just a moment??” SMG7 grumbled as she held a pair of scissors in hand. Lately, TSB had been complaining about how messy and long his hair had been getting, so SMG7 suggested giving him a haircut, to be a good friend of course! Now, she was stuck here in his bathroom while he was sat in a chair, a towel wrapped around his neck to catch stray hairs. “I’m trying… you keep pulling on my hair though!” TSB whined in response, the burger loving fellow’s shoulders slumping slightly. “Well I wouldn’t have to pull on your hair, if you stayed still!” SMG7 replied, bonking him on the head lightly before letting out a sigh and taking a section of his hair in one hand carefully. She took the scissors and gave a snip to the hair, watching it fall to the floor.
As SMG7 continued to fix up TSB’s hair for him, she watched his every move and reaction, looking for signs of discomfort as she did. Meanwhile, TSB was struggling. He sat there, face practically burning red and his eyes averted to the floor under the shades of his sunglasses. He could feel the light grazes of SMG7’s hands on the back of his neck, the way she took care of his hair so gently, it was all too much for this poor man. SMG7, clueless to the struggle her friend was having, kept going, leaning down and brushing hair off the back of TSB’s shirt and neck. TSB stiffens, and he glances back at SMG7 from the corner of his eye. “Sorry, just got a little hair on you,” SMG7 chuckled as she placed her hands on TSB’s shoulders, giving them a couple of pats. “It’s, uh… it’s alright!..” TSB mumbled, trying to stay focused on the colorful wall, rather than the woman who was taking care of his hair. As SMG7 places her hands in TSB’s hair and fluffs it up a little, TSB suddenly squeaks out, causing SMG7 to jolt back and stand there, dumb-founded. She just stares at him, and he stares at her back, the awkward tension clear in the air between the two. “…My bad,” SMG7 jokes, trying to lighten up the situation as she goes back to snipping off chunks of TSB’s fluffy locks. Eventually, SMG7 did finish up with TSB’s haircut and was pretty proud of the result she ended up with for him. She turns to the side and runs her hands through TSB’s hair without thinking much of it, while TSB gripped the chair he sat in tightly. “You know, you have really soft hair…” SMG7 mumbled as she continued to stroke TSB’s hair like it was fur on a cat. “Like, REALLY soft…” she said as she brought both hands up to his scalp, gently massaging it. Once again, TSB tensed up, but then he seemed to relax in SMG7’s hold, leaning heavily into it. The two were just there, with SMG7 now humming softly as she watched her friend lean his head back and into more of her grip. Something feel different… usually, it’s not this weird to be playing with a friend’s hair, I mean SMG7 does it all the time… but, something about the fact it was TSB she was doing it to just felt weird. SMG7’s hands slowly creep around to cup his face, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of TSB’s nose. They both froze. Did SMG7 just do that?? Both of their faces turned red, but she was not done. “Uh, SMG7..? What.. what was that?—“ All of the sudden, their lips are touching and mingling in a soft kiss, making TSB gasp a little out of surprise. For a moment, there’s nothing else but heavy breathing between the two. Then, TSB brings his arms up and around her neck while she leans over him, increasing the passion in the kiss little by little.
Eventually, SMG7 has to pull herself away before anything escalates, face redder than a tomato and breathing shaky. “…Well uh, that was.. something,” SMG7 mumbled, letting out a giggle with a tremble in her voice. TSB gives a shy nod and sits back up, adjusting his shades. “Yeah, it sure was…” he mumbled, trying not to smile all goofy-like. SMG7 places the scissors on the counter and sighs, leaning on it. Meanwhile, TSB got up and cleaned off the hair that fell onto him, an obvious silence between the two after what just happened in that…
