"This war never ended, did it? Not for us." // O/O // Closed

Winter headed towards the checkout, placing the items on the belt so they could pay.

Mycah watched as the cashier scanned everything, their foot tapping the floor slightly as they waited. The second the cashier told them the total, they handed the money over and scooped up the stuff to put in their backpack. Mycah shoved the change into their pocket and started out the door, throwing a quick "thank you" behind them.

Winter nodded to the cashier and followed Mycah out, relaxing a little as they left the store. "Let's head to the house." he said.

"Gods, yes," Mycah sighed, rolling their shoulders. Being in the store had left them tense, and leaving it was a great relief. They still had to walk all the way to the house, but at least there were more places to run and hide out there if someone recognized them and Winter.

Winter ran his fingers through his hair as they walked. "So you're planning on cutting your hair, correct?" he asked.

"Unfortunately, yes." Mycah nodded. They really didn't want to, but it was for their freedom. Long hair was something that someone could remember, and they wanted to be as forgettable as possible. Besides, they had long hair in the photo in the newspaper.

Winter nodded. "Alright. Do you want my help with that?" he asked, looking over at Mycah for a moment, then away again.

"Uh… probably. I think the best look I'll get by doing it myself is 'crazed', which is not what we're going for," Mycah replied with a small laugh.

He laughed as well. "Yeah. I can…give you a decent cut, though I'm not a barber so I don't know how it'll go." he replied with a shrug.

"It's probably better than what I would do, though, and that's good enough for me," Mycah said, giving Winter a small smile. "And to thank you, I will attempt to help you if you need it."

Winter nodded a little. "It's a bit easier for me, since I'm just going to dye it and then shave it. I'm not going bald, I'm going to just…have fuzz."

"Yeah," Mycah agreed. It would probably be easier for them to do the same thing Winter was, minus the dye, but they really didn't want to. Just because they were being hunted by the authorities didn't mean they had to get rid of all their hair.

Winter didn't mind shaving his hair; it would grow back eventually. Plus, he had far more distinct hair than Mycah did; most men his age didn't have hair so white.

Mycah turned onto the road that led towards the house, glad that they were nearly out of the view of the town. Then they could relax. Of course, they would only truly relax once they and Winter were completely out of the suspicions of the authorities.

Winter was silent as they walked, opening the door to the house as they made it to the place.

Mycah gave him a nod of thanks and walked into the house, stopping at the dining room table. They took Winter's stuff out of their backpack and laid it out for him.

Winter let out a breath. "Alright. Do you want to go first, or should I?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Ah… you should probably go first, just because…" Mycah gestured at Winter's hair as if that explained everything. And it did, kind of. Winter was defiantly the most noticeable of the two, and it would be good if he was disguised as soon as possible.

Winter nodded a little bit. "Alright." He headed to the bathroom to dye his hair, taking the supplies needed with him.

Mycah sat down at the table to wait for Winter to finish dying his hair, and probably for him to finish cutting it as well. They didn't want to do anything until they knew Winter could help them if they messed up.

Winter came out of the bathroom after about a half an hour. His hair was dark now, and cut rather short. Just a buzz, really.

While Mycah had been waiting for Winter, they'd occupied themself with doodling on the notepad. By the time Winter walked out, almost the entire page was filled with sketched flowers, birds, people, and landscapes. "Wow, you look different. Good job," Mycah said, giving Winter a once-over.

Winter nodded a little. "Thanks. It feels… different. I'm not used to my hair being so short." He ran a hand over his scalp, shaking his head.

"Yeah…" Mycah nodded, then stood up. "I guess it's my turn." They started towards the bathroom, not really looking forward to the whole thing. But it had to be done.

Winter nodded. "Do you want my help, or not?" he asked, looking over at Mycah carefully.

"Uh… I think I'll give it a try on my own, but I'll probably need your help in the end," Mycah answered, stepping into the bathroom.

Winter nodded again. "Alright. I'll wait out here." he replied simply, sitting down and letting out a breath.

Mycah nodded and closed the bathroom door. After about 8 minutes, they emerged from the bathroom. Their hair was cut short– although it wasn't as short as Winter's. It was messy and a little uneven, but Mycah had done the best they could. "Well… what do you think?" They asked, their nose wrinkled slightly.

Winter thought for a moment. "It looks…hmm." he shrugged. "It's choppy, but it'll work." he replied with a faint smile.

"Ah, good." Mycah let out a sigh and ran their hand over their newly shorn head. "You're right, it does feel different. Lighter." They weren't sure how they felt about it just yet, but 'different' defiantly described it for the moment.