"Oh, hush now, Crona; I've barely even begun!"
The poor boy continued to sob, despite Kid's, or at least what Kid considered to be, attempts to calm him down. "I know, Kid." Crona mumbled, a tremble in his voice.
"I-I just don't know how to deal with haircuts. Ragnorok was always the one to cut my hair whenever he got ahold of scissors. It was scary." He cried, gripping the pillow in his arms tighter.
"Well, that explains exactly why your hair is such a mess! So asymmetrical and-" Kid cut himself off, feeling his chest soften as he watched Crona tremble. "Just calm down," he said, twisting in another hair tie to mark. "I'm just playing with it right now. I'll cut all nice and neat later." Death the Kid placed gentle, wide palms on Crona's shoulders and rubbed them gently. "Just calm down."
All of a sudden, Crona lurched forward. Ragnorok sprouted out and looked around the scene. He immediately snatched scissors from Kid's table and started snipping widely.
"RAGNOROK, nO!"
