Bix listened as the buzzer went, feeling the hair fall away from his neck. it got easier by the second to accept his new hair-fate. It would be different but it was kind of good to do something new for a change. "Yeah the 'weeners have a tendency to gang up. They're like hyenas. How's that going? Your little pet project?"
Eventually she pulled away and he was left with a bare neck. Bix ran his hand up the back of it, feeling the soft bristle along his neck. He brushed himself a bit and shifted towards the mirror.
"Oh.. jeez. Wow.. jeez." He blinked. Did he look taller? Was that weird? "Thanks.. I think I like it?" He turned his head side to side, continuing to touch it. "Not on account of the cut but.. cause I'm not used to it."